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 Match 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