[Dizzee Rascal]
 Let’s Go
 Everybody wants to be famous,
 Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless,
 People act shameless
 Tryna live like entertainers,
 Want a fat crib with the acres,
 So they spend money that they ain’t made yet,
 Got a Benz on tik that they ain’t paid yet,
 Spend their pay cheque
 In the west end on the weekend
 Got no money by the end of the weekend.
 But they don’t care cause their life is a movie,
 Starring Louis V, paid for by yours [bad word] 
 [bad word]  it’s a joke, like a bad episode of Hollyoaks,
 Can’t keep up with the cover notes,
 So they got bad credit livin’ on direct debit in debt
 they still don’t get
 Cause they too busy livin’ the high life, the night life
 Huggin’ the high when livin’ it large
 And they all say

[Florence]
 Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough
 And things go wrong no matter what I do
 Now and then it seems that life is just too much
 But you’ve got the love I need to see me through

[Dizzee Rascal - Verse 2]
 Let me take you down to London city
 Where the attitude’s bad and the weather is sh-tty
 Everybody’s on a paper chase
 It’s one big rat race
 Everybodys got a [bad word] face
 So many 2 face,
 Checkin their high just like their ready to ride
 I’m on the inside looking at the outside
 So it’s an accurate reflection
 City wide, north, east, west and the southside
 Everywhere I go there’s a goon on the corner
 Guns and [bad word] cause the city’s like a sauna
 And it’s getting warmer, and out of order
 Tryna put a [bad word] mother to a mourner
 Mr politician can you tell me the solution
 What’s the answer, what’s the conclusion
 Is it an illusion, is it a mirage
 I see young’n’s die because they tryna live large
 And they all say

[Florence]
 Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
 I know I can count on all of you
 Sometimes I feel like saying “Lord I just don’t care”
 But you’ve got the love I need To see me through
 (Check it, check [bad word] on [bad word] on)

 [bad word] 
 You got the love
 (Who’s got the love)
 You got the love
 (Who’s got the love)
 You got the love
 (That’s right, thats right, thats right)
 You got the love
 You got the love
 You got the love

[Dizzee Rascal - Verse 3]
 We are living in the days of the credit [bad word] 
 Give me the dough
 I’m trying have a bunch
 But I cant have rice for lunch
 Its not there aint enough to share
 It aint fair never dreamed that he could be rare
 Who cares who dares to make a change
 Everybody in the club trying to make it rain
 But not for famine just for the sake of having
 15 minutes of fame and everywhere’s the same
 Again and again I see the same thing
 Everybody acting like they their plane sailin’
 I see rough seas ahead maybe a recession
 And then a depression in whatever professon
 This is my confession I can’t front I’m in the forefront
 Living for money ready to start like a bungee jump
 With no rope but I ain’t trying to see the bottom
 Because thats where I came from, I ain’t forgotten

 [bad word]