North London Trash

I've got a flaming road o' karma and a mobile phone Was raised by the radio in a broken home I've got a broken smile, an arrogant line I'm really no-one special but I'm in my prime I've got a Hotbody girlfriend I've got a Wallet full of cash You can Bury my body I'm just North London Trash Trash I've got a flaming road o' 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 Hotbody 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 blow I've seen ship like you come and go North London Trash North London Trash Trash Yeah, yeah, yeah Traaaaash Traaaaash Trash I got pandemonium in my blood I'm a fever-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 hotbody 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 ain't bad looking son, she just ain't lookin' for you You show 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? Oh Trash