I've got a flaming road of karma and a mobile phone
I was raised by the radio in a broken home,
I've got a broken smile and an arrogant line
I'm really no-one special but I'm in my prime.

I've got a hard body girlfriend
I've got a wallet full of cash,
You can bury my body
I'm just North London Trash
I've got a flaming road of karma and I'll do it alone
I grew up with the TV in a broken home,
I've got match of the day, black converse
I'm really no-one special, but I've seen you do much worse.

I've got a hard body girlfriend
She helps me spend my cash, Then we roll on my floorboards
Like nouveau North London Trash

If you don't unblock this rifle it'll pitch
I could marry her for the money but she's known to be a drag
On my Collateral and my arrogant streak,
I'm really no-one special but I'm here in my prime and my peak

My hard boby girlfriend
She makes the cameras flash
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You can pin up our bodies
But you can't kill
North London Trash

And you ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for you
You've shown a lot of fight, but this ain't your night, or even your year
You ain't bad looking now,
Watch where you're looking now
Is anybody looking now?