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Slipway Fires

North London Trash

I've got a flaming road o' 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

Hotbody 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 o' 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

Hotbody 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 ship like you come and go

North London Trash

North London Trash

Trash

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Traaaaash

Traaaaash

Trash



I 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 and my arrogant streak

I'm really no-one special but I'm here in my prime and my peak



My hotbody 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 lookin' for you



You show 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?



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Trash

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