Old Coat

style

• uk drill
• afroswing
• sliding 808s
• dark piano melody
• male baritone
• laconic and precise
• sparse production
• london cold
• british accent
• defiant

the numbers

bpm

92

key

G# major

energy

0.70

dance

0.81

valence

0.41

vocal at

2.2s

length

2:01

language

En

lyrics

(808 slides in underneath)
Mm. Found my old coat.

Found my bus pass in my old coat
2019, face gone thin
Same man that the ends wrote off
Now they hold the door — come in
(let him in, let him in)

Mum said keep your head, son
(head, son)
So I kept it. Job done.

Still here — still here
Still here — still here
(they don't like it)
Ten toes where the cold is
Still here — still here
Still here — still here

Got Mum's chain up out the pawn
Did the clasp, her hands were shaking
Twenty years of nights she worked
Fuck every penny that was taken
(taken, taken)

Still here — still here
Still here — still here
(they don't like it)
Ten toes where the cold is
Still here — still here
Still here — still here

Two funerals this year. Don't ask.
(don't ask)
I put flowers, then I put graft.

Still here — still here
Still here — still here
(they don't like it)
Ten toes where the cold is
Still here — still here
Still here — still here

(still here... still)
(a night bus hisses past)