Our 25th Birthday

[Chorus: Kamal. & Central Cee] Maybe I'm cynical Maybe you feel it all too Love is conditional Love could go missin' on you Maybe I'm cynical Maybe you feel it all too Love is conditional Love could go missin' on you (Look) [Verse 1: Central Cee] We elevated, we don't have to trap harder Now my back garden same size as Battersea Park I ain't puttin' no suit and tie on, I turned down the Met Gala Mum kicked me out, to be fair, I was beefin' my step father I put her on first class, would've thought I was Jack Harlow Look, I was eatin' beans out the tin, now it's avocado I'm in Cape Town, roof down, playin' Amapiano Dave got nine in the Sprinter, I'm tryna pack the Viano I park wherevеr I want, like fuck a ticket inspector I'm your typical rappеr, fuckin' bitches my pleasure Money, hoes and the clothes, I got plenty kicks in my dresser My akhs still in the trap on the 25th of December That girl is a ho, but I won't judge, 'cause I'm a slag as well Spend a couple bills on Aperol Spritz up in Bagatelle Put food on the scale and hit the strip if the rappin' fails I was OT, I was bashin' over Brazzers Think I'm bougie, I ain't pressin' girls in Fashion Nova dresses Arguin' my ex, goin' back and forth over texts Baby, I won't lie, if you're mine, I'm over-possesive Broke, smokin' until the roach, I was stressin' Collect my tears, you could fill a pool and breaststroke in it I started gettin' used to the mice, I just stepped over them At the BFA, I knew they'd hate the dress code I'm in Two kilogram chain and it's makin' my neck swole a bit My youngin got caught with the crack, he's tapped 'cause he swallowed it Keep the shoes intact, had to give 'em back 'cause I borrowed them Made it out the hood, I might go enroll to a college And get a uni degree, just to show my mum that I'm sorry For all the times she was settin' them rules I never obeyed, uh New crib come with a chef and a maid Get hit at a close range, that's if you're over the gate Retire now, be rich the rest of my days [Chorus: Kamal. & Dave] Maybe I'm cynical Maybe you feel it all too Love is conditional Love could go missin' on you Maybe I'm cynical Maybe you feel it all too Love is conditional Love could go missin' on you (Yeah) [Verse 2: Dave] Elevation, forever patient I've been on my Seven Nation Army ting, Ferrari with the white stripes No lullabies inna my life This turbulence rock a nigga to sleep in my night flights My life's like I'm doin' the most But I still feel like I ain't doin' enough, I don't know who I can trust If I'm buyin' Chanel bags for these women that I don't like Then just imagine what I'm doin' for the woman I love Red cheeks whenever I'm with strippers, that shit just look like a clown face I tell a nigga cut to the clout chase Bein' broke, I can feel that, mummy had to squeeze into the flats Like she was borrowin' some shoes and her heels snapped I gotta put dollars on pages No religion in the trap, it's Creed III Feel like I'm Jonathan Majors Before I got it on stages, I got it in stages I'm Ivan Toney the way they watchin' my wagers You fat fucker, made 5K, it's just me and my black cutter These chains two kilos, should be workin' with black butter Festivals, I'm makin' five mill' on a bad summer My summer's are good, never mind Women doin' CRB checks on a search engine, I can't catch no breaks So many ways to die, you think we're goin' off old age? I ain't goin' off a women addiction I got body dysmorphia, a figure addiction, uh Our bread different, don't lie on my name My tax seven-eight-seven like I'm flyin' a nigga Don't even worry, I done dropped tears Took a loss, had to drop tiers, made it all back and hit the top tier For eight years, Good Mornin' Britain, I had to change peers Rocky Balboa, different fights and the same stares Cars like drinks, don't leave them unattended in Mayfair For times I couldn't cover the train fare It's Oysters, the Oyster Perpetual, the women incredible The work's seminal, had to change my number on the low, I'm too accessible Hah, I could've fucked a flight attendant but she just too professional Are you a virgin, or you work for them? A lot of niggas chase clout, but I guess it's what works for them We're twenty-five, livin' like this was our second life I see the pressure rise, everybody lookin' to us when it's time to get it right And we can't even get to write It's time I get a life, it's time I get a wife Shot caller, robbed niggas and ended up in hot water But you take what you can get when it was cold showers, no powers Had to give myself my own flowers Sittin' at the top and niggas so sour You know? (Yeah) [Outro: Kamal.] Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh)