Central Cee x Dave - Our 25th Birthday Instrumental

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  • Опубликовано: 16 ноя 2024

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  • @leminhos8142
    @leminhos8142 11 месяцев назад +5

    this instrumental give me goosebumps

  • @KyleTorrejosTorrejos
    @KyleTorrejosTorrejos 10 месяцев назад

    Yes finally I’m been waiting for this

  • @savage4025
    @savage4025 Год назад +7

    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
    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 stepfather
    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 wherever I want, like fuck a ticket inspector
    I'm your typical rapper, 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-possessive
    Bro, smokin' until the roach, I was stressin'
    Collect my tears, you can fill a pool, I'm breaststrokin' 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 'em
    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
    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
    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
    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 women 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
    'Fore I got it on stages, I got it in stages
    I'm Ivan Toney the way they're watchin' my wages
    You fat fucker, made five K, it's just me and my black cutter
    These chains two kilos, should be workin' with Black Butter
    Festivals, I'm makin' five mil' 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 and had to drop tiers, made it all back and hit the top tier
    For eight years, Good Morning 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 a low, I'm too accessible
    Ha, 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

  • @wxveydeuce8123
    @wxveydeuce8123 10 месяцев назад +1

    They say I’m too fucking silent,
    Maybe cuz I’m tired of hearing sirens,
    Surrounding by violence,
    All I see is war like talibans but I’m not Byron,
    Kept a blicky by my side like Percy with his trident,
    Yo I want u just to listen to me,
    Everyone thinks there a g,
    Like the alphabet it’s E F right before the G ,
    Imma Put it into words EVERYONES a FUCKING G ,
    But u ain’t seen shit not as much as me ,
    Bullets flying out like the waves out a sea,
    Got the glee,
    Now ur praying hope the mandem free,
    Is it worth it ,
    Standing in court to get the verdict,
    Mommy’s hurting,
    Now u could see the closing curtains,
    Life wasted , like my old scribbled verses

  • @omarmohammed9246
    @omarmohammed9246 Год назад +2

    Bro could you do the piano part at the end but looped please I’ll share it around if you did as well

  • @bigkrass
    @bigkrass Год назад +4

    Most accurate of them all 💯

  • @sindyindy726
    @sindyindy726 Год назад

    ketukan rima tanda bel telah berbunyi.....
    perlukan tinta gores seni dalam sunyi....
    langit imaji, namun hati yang membumi
    lantunkan syair, macam ku jalaluddin rumi
    darah mengalir, isi hati berambisi
    bila coba disakiti,hati hati lidah belati..
    ku buat mati, tabur melati di atas nisan
    jaga akal budi, tindak tanduk, juga lisan
    hah, ku berkata "Yang Esa, cukup diri berserah"
    tapi haram tuk menyerah, ku tak terlahir kalah
    "tenanglah,.............ku kan gores sejarah"
    tolak kasih peduli, lalu ambil kendali
    yakin tuhan berkati, jadi ku punya nyali
    konsisten, dengan jalan yg ditempuh
    datangnya kegagalan gagal buat tekad lumpuh

  • @victorayala5208
    @victorayala5208 Год назад +1

    Se que no soy tan bueno
    Pero se que no me vendo
    No quiero ser perfecto
    Prefiero ser correcto
    Para Muchos un objeto
    Para mi un libro inedito
    Somos un secreto
    Se que estan atentos
    Cuando de ti me ausento
    Yo no ladro ,muerdo
    gano o pierdo
    un intermedio no hay para mi
    Si muerdes el ansuelo
    Puede ser el fin
    Aveces no Escucho consejos
    Por que se tiene que vivir
    Si no aprendo de ellos
    Condenado a repetir...

  • @davidcerezo255
    @davidcerezo255 9 месяцев назад

    Bajo de casa me pongo el abrigo
    En el barrio sueños grandes pero diluidos
    Aroma de pino del armario del vecino
    Paga el alquiler vendiendo de todo como en un chino
    Yo y mi bro hermanos como iñaki y nico
    Desde chicos jugamos en el mismo equipo
    Ya van 22 en la espalda diego milito
    Y esperando que nos depara la suerte como en el casino
    Nunca crei en el destino, mi madre tampoco
    ella merece el cielo, no un sueldo de mil i poco
    Roto por dentro aunque sonria en las fotos
    Si me das calor me abro como las flores de lotto
    Yo no soy de london, yo soy de girona
    Aqui las latas son hawai, se fuma california
    Nos movemos en teisa no hay para el Ferrari Roma
    Pero a la hora de brillar soy como un Rolex Daytona
    Traigo siempre material como en la costa un zodiac
    Y los ojos achinados parezco de Camboya
    Cuando estes jodido fijate en quien te apoya
    Y en quien va de colega y se merece un goya

  • @bdhedjjdbzuveyzhedb9172
    @bdhedjjdbzuveyzhedb9172 Год назад +2

    Jag har ingen rätt att
    Klaga men jag tog åt
    Mig ändå hur kan hon
    Säga att hon älskar
    Mig men ändå göra
    Så mina tankar kom
    Ikapp jag blev sårad
    Jag blev lakk🤧

  • @jdmhbeats
    @jdmhbeats 10 месяцев назад

    ❄️

  • @ishmally
    @ishmally Год назад +3

    Yoooo

  • @g_mprime3791
    @g_mprime3791 Год назад

    Bro is there a sheet for the piano

    • @bigslimeog
      @bigslimeog  Год назад +1

      I've been creating from scratch

  • @imjcarp
    @imjcarp Год назад +3

    Can we use this beat or is it copyrighted?

    • @bigslimeog
      @bigslimeog  Год назад +3

      Copyright ©
      Neighbourhood Recordings, Live Yours & Universal Music Group

    • @bigslimeog
      @bigslimeog  Год назад +1

      For non profit

  • @rkfly7638
    @rkfly7638 Год назад +1

    What’s your number I want you to remake Yxng bane gan shit instrumental why you ignoring me bro!