I´ve got a flaming road to 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 hot body 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 to karma and I´ll do it alone
I grew up with the TV in a broken home
I´ve got matches of the day, black converse
I´m really no one special, but I´ve seen you do much worse
I´ve got a hot 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 blow
I´ve seen a ship like you come and go
I´m North London trash
I´m North London trash, trash

Yeah, yeah, yeah, trash
Trash, trash, trash
I´ve got pandemonium in my blood, I´m at 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 hot body 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 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? Oh, trash