Chapter 16
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Chapter 16 was released on October 24, 2025 by Neighbourhood as a part of the album The Boy Who Played the Harp
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Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave
Vocals
Kano
Vocals
James Blake
Piano
Jo Caleb
Bass
Tobie Tripp
Strings
Eleanor Turner
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kano
Songwriter
James Blake
Songwriter
Jo Caleb
Songwriter
David Orobosa Omoregie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Santan
Producer
James Blake
Producer
Jo Caleb
Additional Producer
Jonny Leslie
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wagyu on the 52nd floor just to take the piss
And somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this
You're the reason that I take the risk
Had me on your tour team
I studied you since I was fourteen
I wanna know what life was like in your teens
We shared dreams
And even when we shared screens, I couldn't get no face time
I got questions like
How'd you do it?
Do you have regrets?
Like, what's your life like?
See, mine was like the sun setting
Pray the moon shine, it's the prohibition
No ignition
Ran for two parties, it's the coalition
Rum and Red Bull, like Max Verstappen, but the race is different
Taste is different
It's adult dancers in my poll positions
Youngins dying like they saved the game and could reload the mission
Wearing jewellery, heard they're plotting on me when I walk my ends
It's South London, something you can't teach
Streatham Common sense
Eating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends
Many frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators
Innovators
Take that shit to heart like defibrillators
Pap, pap, pap
Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days
And killers celebrate with I.D. parades
Then you got this scene I face
And this pressure I inherited from you
It sounds funny, but it's true
I loved you on the big screen
But, bro, I want you back
'Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap
[Verse 2]
You got a lot of years ahead of you
Some years will worsen you and some will better you
If it's not positive, drop it, the street's residue
But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you
This game ain't for the throne, and kings are checkable
It's to be a better you
Envy's inevitable
And please take pics with your friends 'cause I'm telling you
This industry attention will sever crews
And a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice
Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food
But if you whip Cullinans front of desperate yutes
You christen a Benz, then the devil's due
Dems the rules
You made it
Lay in it
This bed ain't new
But let's keep it true
You know you're reckless with Pateks and jewels
Flexers do what flexers do
And steppers do what steppers do
Beef
Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys
'Bout turn the other cheek
Must a man be the bigger man?
I know he strap the fire
But it's the mass of giants
These BSing
Take it on the chin
You're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased
But my generation got the classic writers
Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah
You and Simbi go grab the accolades that they would never give me
But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory
Couple trophies in my storage
Poor me
Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it
I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy
You think you would have flourished in my era at 140?
It's quick to break jollof with you, swap knowledge
But sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy
I watched your soundcheck that day, I saw promise
Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish
But during all the pyrotechnics, I was pondering like
Do you have family, politics and problems?
Can you ever see you when you're just someone's wallet?
Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten?
Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbing?
Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt offish?
Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it?
Those five senses will make sense to true bosses
I've got a sixth sense for knowing who's truly from it
Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is
I know what the game offers
Raise boffin
Bake off in the sunshine till I lay in coffin
Legacy
Would they remember me, Dave?
[Verse 3]
Well, I guess we don't know
That's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves
And I'd love to tell you yes
But, bro, I question that myself
Health, wealth, happiness all somebody really needs
And some water I could give to my seed
Heart cold like Courchevel core
Chanel tortoise shell glasses that I bought this girl
Toured the world
Love? I can't seem to find it
This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em
Bro, I need some guidance
[Verse 4]
A'ight, bro, I ain't no relationship advisor
But all of this defense won't make you striker
God loves a trier
David loves a lyre
But even a harp's half a heart, so how could Cupid fire?
Aye, where she from this time?
Do your ting, bro
Every time I see you, new ting, bro
'Cause you don't date, you Duolingo
[Verse 5]
Aye, big bro, I don't know where you got that info
But that wasn't me
I need that in record and in writing
But still I love the game, it's enticing
I moved out West and it's nice
And these days, what you driving?
[Verse 6]
Ah, your lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie
I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats
Now the Max Cosi baby seats in the SUV
You know I've been Naij and I never had egusi
So, blud, what was you eating?
Fried plantain
[Verse 7]
You ain't had the pepper soup, G?
And it's plantain, but trust me, that's all Gucci
Listen, I was in Jamaica having cow foot soup
In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute
Touched uptown Monday and my killies garn shoot
I don't fuck with the ganja, still l'm billing up a zoot
Got me feeling like I must really have eyes in the back of my
Head
Range Rover, television, the interior
Red
Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like a
Bed
I just wanna give thanks for this life that we—
[Verse 8]
Look, mic check, one, two, free school dinners
Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt living
I'm go-funding to bring back peaceful villains
Cah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence
Like I don't love you no more
Dave, I used to be married to the game
I'm a husband no more
All these SM7B's ain't for us like before
Mike Billy Jean'd on that, they just discuss couple wars
[Verse 9]
And they shortchange us
Paper chasing all good till it's divorce papers
Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels
They gon' talk about your won'ts till they divide your wills
That's how family feels
Growing up so fast
Twenty-six, feeling like our lives on timers
Lines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it
And hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers
Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers?
Had to move, it was dangerous
Seen beautiful places
Bro, I used to have braces
Now it's my driver that's on a retainer
But that's just testament to God and his favour
And, bro, I wanted a favour
Let's see each other more, catch up and make beats
Cah the fans, they miss you
I know the fans, they miss me
Let's make a track about this dinner and the stamp you gave me
And base it on the book of Samuel, call it Chapter 16
If you're down
[Outro]
So who's gonna get this one, then?
That's cool
So what's her name?
Nah, I'm just fucking with you
Just do your thing, man
But trust me, don't overthink it
Like it is what it is
If it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something
But
But I know you, I know what you're like
You're thinking five, ten years down the line
Day at a time
Written by: Dave, James Blake, Jo Caleb, Kano
