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 popstar now

Maybe I'll think about it later

Maybe I'll think about it la—

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 tú 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

There are 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 tú 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 tú dinero para verme, verme)