| I’ve got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone
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| Was raised by the radio in a broken home
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| I’ve got a broken smile an arrogant line
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| I’m really no one special but I’m in my prime
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| I’ve got a hot body girlfriend
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| I’ve got a wallet full of cash
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| You can bury my body
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| I’m just North London trash, trash
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| I’ve got a flaming road to karma and I’ll do it alone
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| I grew up with the TV in a broken home
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| I’ve got matches of the day, black converse
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| I’m really no one special, but I’ve seen you do much worse
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| I’ve got a hot body girlfriend
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| She helps me spend my cash
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| Then we roll on my floorboards
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| Like nouveau North London trash
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| If you don’t unblock this rifle it’ll blow
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| I’ve seen a ship like you come and go
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| I’m North London trash
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| I’m North London trash, trash
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, trash
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| Trash, trash, trash
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| I’ve got pandemonium in my blood, I’m at fever pitch
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| I could marry her for the money but she’s known to be a drag
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| On my collateral and my arrogant streak
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| I’m really no one special but I’m here in my prime and my peak
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| My hot body girlfriend
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| She makes the cameras flash
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| You can pin up our bodies
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| But you can’t kill North London trash
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| And you ain’t bad looking son, she just ain’t looking for you
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| You ain’t bad looking son, she just ain’t looking for you
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| You’ve shown a lot of fight, but this ain’t your night, or even your year
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| You ain’t bad looking now, watch where you’re looking now
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| Is anybody looking now? |
| Oh, trash |