[Intro]

Shivers in my bone

Shivers in my bone

Shivers in my bone (Yeah)

Shivers in my bone

[Verse 1]

I don't wanna do no Chicken Shop date

I get awkward and order a Lager

Let me drink this, then 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, tomato

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 would 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 Arjen 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

Week in a studio felt like nothing

Till I got 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 kicking 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 was 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

[Bridge]

Shivers in my bone

Shivers in my bone

Shivers in my bone

Shivers in my bone

[Verse 2]

I don't wanna hear about a debut album

You doubted the first one and called it a mixtape

Don't know 'bout you, but I think that's a mick take

Where I'm from, yeah, we call that a piss take

Drop six albums 'cause I like music

If it works, it works, it hits, it hits, mate

I've got life soundtracks and hits, mate

Got a brand-new jacket from Brick Lane

It fits me perfect, love that jacket

It fits twelve beers in the side compartment

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

Turn 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 'cause 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 till 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

[Outro]

Shivers in my bone

Shivers in my bone

Shivers in my bone

Shivers in my bone