Loaded

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, just 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)