"BONES" lyrics
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
I don't wanna do no Chicken Shop date, I'd get awkward and order a Lager
Lemme drink this and talk to me after, lights and cameras cause a palava
I do retail therapy, giving to charity, ordering karma
Sometimes I do retail therapy, order a watch, tomato tomahto
Need luck I'm saluting magpies, guess that I don't like Isak either
Don't like people that come for the tea, grew up and read about a speaking tiger
See man that'd teeth my fiver, give 'em a fiver
Say order an Uber and tip your driver
He don't wanna deal with your bullshit either
Trust me
I don't wanna network nothing. I'm Arien Robben. I'm cutting
I got a classic that's sat in the files. I feel content when I know what's coming
Just played 90 and I got stuck in. A week in a studio felt like nothing
'Til I go home and I play all the demos like kids when FIFA's coming
Bare man wanna tell me to post more, like proving I'm living is better than living it
Don't subscribe to the narrative, I got subscriptions on planes kickin it
People that know will always, but people just want me to pose in hallways
Look at this lifestyle, when I wanna prove my point I write down
One thing that I'm never is bitter, I can get lost or down or tired or up
But trust me I've never been iller
Man, I been iller when realer was triller
Man, I been sicker since badder was fitter
I was about when madder turned litter
I was about when Spitter was Spitter
Not short-form-content online figure
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
I don't wanna hear about a debut album, you doubted the first one and called it a "mixtape"
Dunno about you but I think that's a mick take, where I'm from yeah we call that a "piss take"
Drop six album's 'cause I like music, if it works it works, it hits it hits, mate
I've got life soundtracks and hits, mate
I got a brand-new jacket from Brick Lane
It fits me perfect. I love that jacket. It fits twelve beers in the side compartment
It makes me wanna get pissed on a train and don't buy a ticket, 'cause I'll buy a ticket off Ronnie with bags in his glove compartment
Told you, man, yeah I love this garment
Makes me wanna forget my evenings, throw bottles in bushes and lose my chargers
Turns Reading to Barca, me into dancer, talk in the kitchen and have every answer
Twenty-four beers and it has to be Lager
I love that jacket, because I'm its father
Makes me wanna get drunk at an after and call out Fury and Joseph Parker
This ain't a Parka. This' my jacket
Boy, my jacket. I'll pull up and spark ya
Winter comes with a free new heater
Stereophonics on D's new speaker
I wanna stick on the football, but it's Jason Roberts or Leroy Lita
Kick ball in the park from sun 'til dark but I'm in new boots. Shotgun not keeper
Frisco just dropped with a JME feature
That's getting blared out of a Vauxhall Corsa
Of course it's a Corsa, got a hotbox smell with a distant powder
Argue about which strain of flower
Get home. "Hi, Mum". Straight in the shower
Wake up in the back of a Uber, dreaming of life for more than an hour
That's when I clock that I hate this jacket
I love something that gives me nostalgia
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
I don't wanna do no Chicken Shop date, I'd get awkward and order a Lager
Lemme drink this and talk to me after, lights and cameras cause a palava
I do retail therapy, giving to charity, ordering karma
Sometimes I do retail therapy, order a watch, tomato tomahto
Need luck I'm saluting magpies, guess that I don't like Isak either
Don't like people that come for the tea, grew up and read about a speaking tiger
See man that'd teeth my fiver, give 'em a fiver
Say order an Uber and tip your driver
He don't wanna deal with your bullshit either
Trust me
I don't wanna network nothing. I'm Arien Robben. I'm cutting
I got a classic that's sat in the files. I feel content when I know what's coming
Just played 90 and I got stuck in. A week in a studio felt like nothing
'Til I go home and I play all the demos like kids when FIFA's coming
Bare man wanna tell me to post more, like proving I'm living is better than living it
Don't subscribe to the narrative, I got subscriptions on planes kickin it
People that know will always, but people just want me to pose in hallways
Look at this lifestyle, when I wanna prove my point I write down
One thing that I'm never is bitter, I can get lost or down or tired or up
But trust me I've never been iller
Man, I been iller when realer was triller
Man, I been sicker since badder was fitter
I was about when madder turned litter
I was about when Spitter was Spitter
Not short-form-content online figure
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
I don't wanna hear about a debut album, you doubted the first one and called it a "mixtape"
Dunno about you but I think that's a mick take, where I'm from yeah we call that a "piss take"
Drop six album's 'cause I like music, if it works it works, it hits it hits, mate
I've got life soundtracks and hits, mate
I got a brand-new jacket from Brick Lane
It fits me perfect. I love that jacket. It fits twelve beers in the side compartment
It makes me wanna get pissed on a train and don't buy a ticket, 'cause I'll buy a ticket off Ronnie with bags in his glove compartment
Told you, man, yeah I love this garment
Makes me wanna forget my evenings, throw bottles in bushes and lose my chargers
Turns Reading to Barca, me into dancer, talk in the kitchen and have every answer
Twenty-four beers and it has to be Lager
I love that jacket, because I'm its father
Makes me wanna get drunk at an after and call out Fury and Joseph Parker
This ain't a Parka. This' my jacket
Boy, my jacket. I'll pull up and spark ya
Winter comes with a free new heater
Stereophonics on D's new speaker
I wanna stick on the football, but it's Jason Roberts or Leroy Lita
Kick ball in the park from sun 'til dark but I'm in new boots. Shotgun not keeper
Frisco just dropped with a JME feature
That's getting blared out of a Vauxhall Corsa
Of course it's a Corsa, got a hotbox smell with a distant powder
Argue about which strain of flower
Get home. "Hi, Mum". Straight in the shower
Wake up in the back of a Uber, dreaming of life for more than an hour
That's when I clock that I hate this jacket
I love something that gives me nostalgia
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
Shivers in my bone
