North London Trash

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 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?