Fairchild Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
She was twenty-four
Last week, told me somethin' you can't be ready for
I ain't mournin' death of her innocence
I ain't mournin' death of her innocence, let the Henny pour
Some weeks ago, she was in a cab
I felt sick to my stomach 'cause when I listen back
Driver was actin' all forward, I should have drawn the line
She wasn't worried about it, it happens all the time
All the time, said it happens all the time
A little conversation, that's just all it is
Ask couple questions, then he'll call it quits
He ain't even have to ask her where she lives
She was headed to this venue with a couple friends
And I was workin' late, said I'd collect her when the party ends
She goin' to this no-phone party
You know the ones where guys have their phones and all the women there don't
I threw one of them last week, so I don't wanna speak
And when I think about this shit, it cuts deep
You see, Tamah, she like my little sis'
So when I asked her to explain to me the story, she said this
[Verse 2]
I caught a vibe with a guy and then from the off
But somethin' was off, offer me pills and offer me shots
And off of my head, couldn't even say if I was sober or off of my head
I could've danced for days, wouldn't have been a surprise
But let's have a good night, these times are havin' good nights when all the men start drinkin'
And then they feel entitled to more than opinions
You know how that goes and man come to the girls like, "F*ckin' let me get your Snap', innit
Add me back, innit, f*ckin' what?
What you doin' after this? What you on? What's wrong?
Why you movin' so stiff? Come back to the AP, what, friend, what?
Don't worry 'bout her, you ain't her dad, that's long
Why follow her home? Call her a cab or what
I feel like I seen you before, you from Bex? You know Thames? F*ckin'
Are you gettin' back to ends?"
And I ain't sayin' that's weird, but it kinda is
She busy throwin' up, he's tryna take her to the crib
But that's the culture of the club, right?
All game's fair
And if she don't like it, why she there?
These times, she just wanna go home
She don't wanna go alone with no battery on her phone
And all her friends are tryna stay
Cah they goin' to somebody's afterparty in a house that's out the way
And then she blacked out
She was gonna leave with them, but somethin' felt off
And then she backed out
When I heard about the time she tried to make it home alone
She said
[Verse 3]
At Archway, I got out the car
It's quiet and I'm walking up this long hill
Faint sound, cold chills
I swear I just heard a familiar voice
Inside of the club, outside of the club
Was it that first cab? I swear I know the voice
Think fast, that's my only choice
He's coming up, I hear him running up
I ran and I trip, I fell and I buckle
My belt in a buckle, my keys in my knuckles
He's grabbing my hair, I'm screaming to stop
I'm hitting him hard, it's turning him on
The burning is gone, my body is so cold and frozen in fear
Accepting my fate, his hands on my waist
I think that I threw my keys in his face
I ran and he chased
I stumbled on a group of three that were leaving
I ran towards them, didn't notice that my feet, they were bleeding
And that's when I called, praying that you'd be there recording
The only person that I know who's up at 3 in the morning
I sound mad
But if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling
Of watching what you wear because you're worried 'bout making it home
Walking with your phone to your ear and you ain't on the phone
Can't walk on the same side of the pavement alone
Everyone's a f*cking good guy and they're making it known
But I'm just making it known that if you ain't a girl, I guess you don't know the feeling
Of checking the child lock, or seeing the AirTag
A five-minute walk home feeling like five miles
Maybe if these people would police our cities way they police our bodies
Then maybe, f*cking hell
Maybe every woman that I know wouldn't be stuck as well
Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask
It looks like that flirty cab driver and guys that feel entitled 'cause you're standing in their section
Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection
I knew a girl called
[Verse 4]
That was in so deep, she thought violence was affection
I ain't know some women wouldn't want a man's help
Because so many of 'em want the same reward for their protection
Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask
It looks like that kid in the group chat that jokes about—
And he won't ever stop because there's no one to correct him
And he might even do it 'cause the system would protect him
Algorithm gonna find some people just like him
They hate women too, okay, yeah, f*ck it, let's connect him
Homicidal femicidal shit on their suggested
Somebody just asked you on a date, it was your dentist
He just went upstairs and got your number from reception
Used to be nice, said I remind him of his little girl
Two weeks later, he wants a s*xual connection
Danger doesn't look like no killer in a mask
Who you even talking to?
Women hunted down by the people they say report it to
Honestly, I woudn't have the solitude or fortitude
Try and humanise, she could be somebody's daughter, you
As if that's the reason them fellas shouldn't slaughter you
God forbid that they offend the people you're belongin' to
Objectify you just the way I do in every song
Tamah was never wrong
[Verse 5]
Can't trust guys, she never lied
No menicide, it femicide
The catcalls, the long stares
The kind words, the lines blurred
Call her out, impersonate her
All know a victim, don't know a perpetrator
Am I one of them? The men of the past
Who catcalled or spoke in the bars?
I'm complicit, no better than you
I told stories of—, yeah
Can't sit on the fence, that's hardly an option
You either part of the solution or part of the problem
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Fairchild Song Meaning (Dave)
"Fairchild", the standout ten-minute moment from the album "The Boy Who Played the Harp", arrives like a cautionary parable drenched in late-night neon and heartbreak. At its heart lies a raw, unsettling story of vulnerability, predation, and female agency. While the full behind-the-scenes details remain private, the creative partnership between Dave (the album’s lead artist) and Nicole Blakk (featured here) frames the track as part of a broader project in which Dave leans into introspection, social commentary, and emotional stakes.
From the opening lines—“She was twenty-four / Last week, told me somethin’ you can’t be ready for”—we are dropped into the aftermath of a near assault, told from the vantage of someone close to the victim, someone deeply shaken. The narrative voice wanders between first-person observer and stand-in for a vulnerable woman (Tamah) whose world became nightmarish. There is no glamor, no heroic redemption—just the blunt truth of the culture of the club and how entitlement, intoxication, and male gaze collide to endanger her.
What makes Fairchild emotionally compelling is how it builds tension by juxtaposing mundane party details (“a no-phone party,” “the guys have their phones and all the women don’t”) with the sudden shift into terror (“His hands on my waist / I think that I threw my keys in his face”). This is not metaphorical paranoia—it’s grounded in lived experience, the kind of story too often silenced. In verse three, the woman tries to walk home, “At Archway, I got out the car / It’s quiet and I’m walking up this long hill,” and the climax is visceral: “He’s grabbing my hair, I’m screaming to stop.” It’s claustrophobic, urgent, and real.
Yet the centerpiece isn’t just the violent encounter—it’s the broader social frame that the lyrics refuse to ignore. Lines like “Danger doesn’t look like no killer in a mask / It looks like that flirty cab driver” or “Short-tempered men, the ones who struggle with rejection” confront the everyday realities of harassment, entitlement, and systemic failure. And in verse five, the self-interrogation—“Am I one of them? The men of the past / Who cat-called or spoke in the bars? I’m complicit, no better than you”—adds a heavy layer of culpability and internal reckoning. The speaker turns inward, acknowledging that witnessing is not enough. This track isn’t simply a victim’s story—it’s a wake-up call to the bystander, the society, and to the artist himself.
Musically, given the album’s overall tone of introspection and layered production, the track’s brooding beat and Nicole Blakk’s voice amplify the narrative’s weight. Fairchild becomes a kind of mini-film in audio form—a detailed scene-by-scene sketch of a night gone wrong, followed by reflection, regret, and a call for change.
In a cultural moment when rap and hip-hop are increasingly being used to unpack trauma, identity, and social justice, Fairchild stands out as a work of empathy and complexity. It doesn’t just tell you something—it invites you to feel it, to walk that five-minute walk home that feels like five miles, to scratch at the surface of what protection, trust, and danger really mean for women in that space. For listeners who identify with surviving or supporting survivors, the song may hit as catharsis; for others, it functions as vital education in emotional literacy and street reality.
Ultimately, "Fairchild" is less about offering solutions and more about refusing silence. It holds space for confusion, fear, and unresolved grief, and in doing so it honors the unnamed “Tamah” in every listener’s mind—“Tamah was never wrong,” the lyric insists. The song becomes not just a testimony but a reckoning. And for that reason, it marks an important moment in Dave’s discography and Nicole Blakk’s catalogue: one that blends the personal, political, and poetic in a structure that stays with you long after the beat fades.
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The Boy Who Played the Harp (Tracklist)
- History
- 175 Months
- No Weapons
- Chapter 16
- Raindance
- Selfish
- My 27th Birthday
- Marvellous
- Fairchild
- The Boy Who Played the Harp
FAQ Section
Who sung the song "Fairchild" by Dave?
The song "Fairchild" was sung by Dave & Nicole Blakk.
Who wrote the song "Fairchild" by Dave?
Dave, Kyle Evans & Jo Caleb.
Who produced the song "Fairchild" by Dave?
Jo Caleb, Dave & Kyle Evans.
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Song Details
Artists: Dave, Nicole Blakk
Album: The Boy Who Played the Harp
Genre: Rap
Language: English
Released: October 24, 2025
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