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 cos their life is a movie,
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours [bad word]  [bad word]  its 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 but they still don’t get
Cos they too busy livin’ the high life, the night life
Huggin’ the high way, livin’ large
And they all say

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

Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitudes bad and the weather is [bad word] Everybody’s on the paper chase, its one big rat race
Everybody got a [bad word] face
So many too fake
Checking the height, they say they ready to ride
Im on the inside looking at the outside
So its a accurate reflection
City wide north east west and the south side
Everywhere I go there’s a girl on the corner
Guns and [bad word] got the city like a sauna,
And its getting warmer and out of order
Trying to put a [bad word] mother to a morner
Mr politician can you tell me the solution
Whats the answer whats the conclusion
Is it an illusion.
Is it a mirage.
I see youngers dieing coz their tryna live large??
And they all say

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through

You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love

We are livin in the days of the credit [bad word] Give me the doh
Im trying have a bunch
But I cant have rice for lunch
its not there aint enough to share
Ain’t 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 habit
15 minutes of fame and everything’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 profession
This is my confession I cant fight im 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 that’s were I came from, I ain’t forgotten

You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through