"Backbone" lyrics
(originally by Chase & Status & Stormzy)
Uh-oh, joke's on you
Heard you tried to ring, but it never went through, yeah
You're blocked, your friends are too
I'm out with the lasses and we're not looking for recruits
Uh-oh, who's on what?
Don't tell my brother 'cause he might come and knock, yeah
What we buyin'? Everything you got
Tell them little haters that we'll take the whole lot
You ain't got no backbone
I do it for the lads and the lasses at home
I don't do it to please the CEOs
They're a little bit relentless
So I'm letting them all know
Used to give them high-fives, now it's just the middle finger, ah
Pop a show stopper now you know that I'm a winner
They think I'm a popstar, I think I'm a singer
Written more hooks than you've had (Roast dinners)
This ain't southern-fried, I'm a Northern girl (Out of South Shields)
This is Chase & Status, this Stormzy with the JADE feel
Score a goal like I'm Alan Shearer wearing brown ale
Ever seen a Mackem in Milan? (Doesn't sound real)
Give me something then, give me something if you're bad
You can call me JADE and I'm here to leave you gagged
Angel of your dreams, a fantasy you can have
I need to start my sentences with sorry, may I add?
You ain't got no backbone
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-ah
You ain't got no backbone
Ah-ah, yeah-yeah
Ha-ha
Uh-oh, what's the tea?
Said you're not a fan but you still follow me, yeah
That's hot, a hundred degrees
You know I'm the next main pop girly
Uh-oh, who knows me?
British, African and a little Middle East, yeah
Here's a lesson, Arabic for free
Tell them little haters that I'm proud and Yemeni
ليس لديك عمود فقري, uh
Ooh, ooh
You ain't got no backbone
Ooh, ooh
Give me something then, give me something, I'm a diva
My mother calls me Jade, but I think I'm queen of Sheba
Touching all the pearls, making all of you believers
You're gonna hear plenty more of JADE through your speaker
Heard you tried to ring, but it never went through, yeah
You're blocked, your friends are too
I'm out with the lasses and we're not looking for recruits
Uh-oh, who's on what?
Don't tell my brother 'cause he might come and knock, yeah
What we buyin'? Everything you got
Tell them little haters that we'll take the whole lot
You ain't got no backbone
I do it for the lads and the lasses at home
I don't do it to please the CEOs
They're a little bit relentless
So I'm letting them all know
Used to give them high-fives, now it's just the middle finger, ah
Pop a show stopper now you know that I'm a winner
They think I'm a popstar, I think I'm a singer
Written more hooks than you've had (Roast dinners)
This ain't southern-fried, I'm a Northern girl (Out of South Shields)
This is Chase & Status, this Stormzy with the JADE feel
Score a goal like I'm Alan Shearer wearing brown ale
Ever seen a Mackem in Milan? (Doesn't sound real)
Give me something then, give me something if you're bad
You can call me JADE and I'm here to leave you gagged
Angel of your dreams, a fantasy you can have
I need to start my sentences with sorry, may I add?
You ain't got no backbone
Ah-ah-ah, yeah-ah
You ain't got no backbone
Ah-ah, yeah-yeah
Ha-ha
Uh-oh, what's the tea?
Said you're not a fan but you still follow me, yeah
That's hot, a hundred degrees
You know I'm the next main pop girly
Uh-oh, who knows me?
British, African and a little Middle East, yeah
Here's a lesson, Arabic for free
Tell them little haters that I'm proud and Yemeni
ليس لديك عمود فقري, uh
Ooh, ooh
You ain't got no backbone
Ooh, ooh
Give me something then, give me something, I'm a diva
My mother calls me Jade, but I think I'm queen of Sheba
Touching all the pearls, making all of you believers
You're gonna hear plenty more of JADE through your speaker
