Where’s My Dame Bag
B
Boones Wife
male vocals
claps
Grimy UK garage meets indie rock attitude
male vocals half-sung half-spoken. Skittery shuffled percussion
rubbery sub-bass
and a detuned organ riff under the verses; chorus explodes with distorted guitars doubling the topline and gang vocals on the hook. Bridge strips to bass
and vocal chops before a final
shout-along chorus.
作成日：1月 5, 2026
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Woke up on the 5th floor sofa
Glitter in my shoes
Wristband on
Jacket by the bath
Phone in the fridge
But my little black bag? long gone
I checked the plant pot
Checked my pockets
Asked the lad who DJs nights
He just laughed
Said “Mate
That’s tragic”
As he flashed those too-wide eyes
[Chorus]
Help
I’ve lost my dame bag of drugs
Whole night vanished in that clutch
If you see it in the club
Hold it up
Hold it up
Hold it up
Help
I’ve lost my dame bag of drugs
My bad habits
All my crush
If you see it in the club
Hold it up
Hold it up
Hold it up (for me)
[Verse 2]
Picture of my ex in the side zip
Crushed receipt from Friday train
Couple little secrets in a wrapper
Lipstick print and someone’s name
Pulled apart the taxi bank statements
Every ride a hazy blur
All I know is I was laughing
Like that bag was mine forever
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Maybe this is what I needed
Losing what I leaned on every weekend
Staring at the mirror in the daylight
Thinking 'bout a new life
New life [crescendo]
But if you spot that bag tonight
[Chorus]
Woke up on the 5th floor sofa
Glitter in my shoes
Wristband on
Jacket by the bath
Phone in the fridge
But my little black bag? long gone
I checked the plant pot
Checked my pockets
Asked the lad who DJs nights
He just laughed
Said “Mate
That’s tragic”
As he flashed those too-wide eyes
[Chorus]
Help
I’ve lost my dame bag of drugs
Whole night vanished in that clutch
If you see it in the club
Hold it up
Hold it up
Hold it up
Help
I’ve lost my dame bag of drugs
My bad habits
All my crush
If you see it in the club
Hold it up
Hold it up
Hold it up (for me)
[Verse 2]
Picture of my ex in the side zip
Crushed receipt from Friday train
Couple little secrets in a wrapper
Lipstick print and someone’s name
Pulled apart the taxi bank statements
Every ride a hazy blur
All I know is I was laughing
Like that bag was mine forever
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Maybe this is what I needed
Losing what I leaned on every weekend
Staring at the mirror in the daylight
Thinking 'bout a new life
New life [crescendo]
But if you spot that bag tonight
[Chorus]