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