Backbone (BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge)

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, 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 buying? 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

Proper show-stopper, now you know that I'm a winner

They think I'm a pop star, 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 and status, this is Stormzy with the Jade feel

For a goal like I'm Alan Shearer wearing brown ale

Ever seen a Mackem in Milan? (Doesn't sound real)

Gimme something then, gimme something if you're bad

You can call me Jade, and I'm here to leave you gagged

Angel of your dreams, the 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

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 girlie

Uh-oh, who knows me?

British, African, and a little bit Middle East, yeah

Here's a lesson, Arabic for free

Tell them little haters that I'm proud and Yemeni

Yeah, ليس لديك عمود فقري, uh

Ooh, ooh

You ain't got no backbone

Ooh, ooh

Gimme something then, gimme something, I'm a diva

My mother calls me Jade, but I think I'm Queen of Sheba

Clutching all the pearls, making all of you believers

You're gonna hear plenty more Jade through your speaker