I've got a flaming motorcomber and a mobile phone
Was raised by the radio in a broken home
I've got a broken smile, an arrogant lie
I'm really no one special but I'm in my prime
I've got a hard-bodied 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 motorcomber and I'll do it alone
I grew up with a TV in a broken home
I've got matches the day, black converse
I'm really no one special but I've seen you do much worse
I've got a hard-bodied girlfriend
She helps me spend my cash
Then we roll on my floor bars
Like New York, North London trash
If you don't unblock this road
Life a little blow
I've seen * like you can't go
I'm North London trash
I'm North London trash
Trash
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Trash
Trash
Trash
Trash
Trash
I've 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
In my arrogant streak
I'm really no one special but I'm here on my prime
I pick my hard-bodied girlfriend
She makes the cameras flash
You can pick up fish
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're shown a lot of fight, yeah, 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
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