“Marvellous” by Dave from the album The Boy Who Played The Harp is a raw and deeply human storytelling piece that showcases Dave’s unmatched ability to blend lyrical honesty with emotional gravitas.
The track dives into the painful yet powerful narrative of a young man named Josiah, a symbolic figure representing the countless lives shaped by struggle, environment, and lost potential. Through vivid storytelling and reflective commentary, Dave explores the duality of street life and morality — the desire to rise above one’s circumstances while being trapped within them.
In this song, Dave balances empathy and introspection, depicting Josiah’s journey from a promising young footballer to a life of crime and consequence. The lyrics unfold like pages from a tragic diary — moments of fleeting triumph, misguided choices, and heart-wrenching realizations. Through lines like “He don’t want a good girl, he want a ho” and “We said the streets ain’t nothin’ nice,” Dave captures the generational cycles of pain and the harsh allure of survival at any cost. His reflective tone in the outro, where he grapples with guilt and responsibility, elevates Marvellous beyond just storytelling — it becomes a meditation on youth, destiny, and redemption.
As part of The Boy Who Played The Harp, this track reinforces Dave’s reputation as one of the most nuanced voices in contemporary British rap, merging poetic craftsmanship with real-world gravity. Dive into the Marvellous lyrics below and experience Dave’s haunting portrayal of lost innocence, loyalty, and the fragile line between right and wrong. Don’t miss other tracks from The Boy Who Played The Harp for more of his masterful storytelling and emotional depth.
Lyrics of Marvellous by Dave
[Verse 1]
He Feel Marvellous
He Robbed A Man And He Feel Marvellous
Josiah Only Seventeen, He Got That Dog In Him
I Used To See Him At My Church, It Was His Marj And Him
We Know This Kid For Kickin’ Ball And He Was Hard
He Could’ve Made It Professional, Had A Trial, We Told Him, “You Got A Chance”
My God
We Said The Streets Ain’t Nothin’ Nice, He Said, “Let’s See”
He’s Tryna Take A Trip And Put It To That Test
He’s Tryna Turn Four-and-a-half Into A Nine
Divide That Shit Into Decimals, Make It Stretch
First Time I Ever Met Him, I Said He’s Blessed
But If He Can’t Even Keep It Real With Himself, Am I Shocked If He’s Lyin’ To Me?
Asked My Young Boy What He’s Tryin’ To Be
[Chorus]
And He Don’t Want A Good Girl, He Want A Ho
He Don’t Want A Good Job, He Want A Gun
And He Don’t Wanna Kick Ball, He Wanna Bun
And He Don’t Wanna Make Friends, He Wanna Gang
And He Don’t Wanna Stack Bread, He Wanna Bang
How My Young Boy So Different? I Don’t Know, But I Pray That God Guide Him
How My Young Boy So Different? I Don’t Know, But I Pray
[Verse 2]
He Feel Incredible
He Shot A Man, He Feel Incredible
Josiah Trappin’ Twenty-two In Two, It’s Terrible
He Wanna Travel To The States, He’s Ineligible
Said He’s A Criminal
Now He’s Doin’ Numbers On His Phone, Got Youngins Of His Own
A Glock The Mandem Bought Him, And A Russian Of His Own
He’s Got Some Paigons That He Beefs, Evadin’ The Police
Been Goin’ Crazy From The Day He Got Released
’cause Now He’s Into Cali Weed, Grabba Leaf, Cocaine, Hennessy
Robberies, Bank Fraud, Ot, Enemies
He F**k With Aaliyah, F**k Lisa, Stephanie
And He Got Some Cases We Don’t Know If He Can Ever Beat
And He Look At Us Like We Some People He Could Never Be
We Should Have Never Made Our Youngers Hold A 17
All I Ever Wanted Was For You To Be A Better You
All I Ever Wanted Was For You To Be A Better Me
F**k About A Salary, Just Started Smokin’ Celery
Started Recreationally, But Now They Do It Medically
It’s Weighin’ On Me, That Shit Weighin’ On Me Heavily
I Think About It Regularly, Josiah’s In The Jailhouse
In Penitentiary With Charges That Were Meant For Me
Facin’ Time Potentially, But He Was Just Protectin’ Me
Before He Think To Step To Me, Just Know My Youngin Next To Me
And God Knows
[Chorus]
He Don’t Want A Good Girl, He Want A Ho
He Don’t Want A Good Job, He Want A Gun
(He Don’t Want A Good Job, He Want A—)
And He Don’t Wanna Kick Ball, He Wanna Bun
And He Don’t Wanna Make Friends, He Wanna Gang
(He Don’t Wanna Make Friends, He Wanna—)
And He Don’t Wanna Stack Bread, He Wanna Bang
How My Young Boy So Different?,
I Don’t Know, But I Pray That God Guide Him
How My Young Boy So Different? I Don’t Know, But I Pray
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