I`ve got a flaming road of karma and a mobile phone
I was raised by the radio in a broken home,
I`ve got a broken smile and an arrogant line
I`m really no-one special but I`m in my prime.
I`ve got a hardbody girlfriend
I`ve got a wallet full of cash,
You can bury my body
I`m just North London Trash
I`ve got a flaming road of 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
IÂ´m really no-one special, but IÂ´ve seen you do much worse.
IÂ´ve got a hardbody girlfriend
She helps me spend my cash,
Then we roll on my floorboards
Like nouveau North London Trash
If you dont`t unblock this rifle it`ll 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 hardboby 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`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?
[to Jenny] That's the thing. You need to be cool to be queen. Anne Boleyn thought only with her heart and she got her head chopped off. So her daughter Elizabeth made a vow never to marry a man. She married a country. Forget boys. Keep your eye on the prize, Jenny Humphrey. You can't make people love you, but you can make them fear you. For what it's worth, you're my Queen. I choose you.