I just can't stomach it
Post northern, voyeuristic
There are seven items hidden in my glove compartment
Once a liar, always headed to a lordship title
None the wiser, I'm just trying to ignore it sunshine
And, yeah, somewhere, yeah, somewhere in the Northern Quarter
I picture piles of money falling from the sky
Oh, I'm the prince that's in your emails
Take action quickly please, no credit card required
And I am not your baby
Don't wanna be a pop star now
Maybe I'll think about it later
Maybe I'll think about it late
These cities are so strange these people are so wild
Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London
And if you think I'm fake then you're probably right
Prende fuego tu dinero para verme verme
So as these car parks get demolished into car parks
Well let's think of all the places we could park when we were younger
People don't do drugs anymore
We sit around praying for money in oncoming traffic
We don't, we don't, we don't do anything drastic
The people that live here
"Buildings without feeling, identical and soulless"
"It's just a laugh" No
You've been using that word wrong the whole time, and we didn't even tell you
'Cause I am not your baby
I don't wanna be a pop star now
Maybe I'll think about it later
Maybe I'll think about it later
These cities are so strange these people are so wild
Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London
And if you think I'm fake then you're probably right
Prende fuego tu dinero para verme verme
These cities are so strange these people are so wild
Flat-share well furnished for apartments in North London
And if you think I'm fake then you're probably right
Prende fuego tu dinero para verme verme
