You've Got The Dirtee Love
[Dizzee Rascal:]Let's GoEverybody wants to be famous,Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless,People act shamelessTryna 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 chequeIn the west end on the weekendGot 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 truly,Truthfully, it's a joke, like a bad episode ofHollyoaks,Can't keep up with the cover notes,So they got bad credit livin' on direct debit in debtthey still don't getCause they too busy livin' the high life, the nightlifeHuggin' the high when livin' it largeAnd they all say
[Florence Welch:]Sometimes it seems that the going is just too roughAnd things go wrong no matter what I doNow and then it seems that life is just too muchBut you've got the love I need to see me through
[Dizzee Rascal - Verse 2:]Let me take you down to London cityWhere the attitude's bad and the weather is sh-ttyEverybody's on a paper chaseIt's one big rat raceEverybodys got a screw faceSo many 2 face,Checkin their high just like their ready to rideI'm on the inside looking at the outsideSo it's an accurate reflectionCity wide, north, east, west and the southsideEverywhere I go there's a goon on the cornerGuns and drugs cause the city's like a saunaAnd it's getting warmer, and out of orderTryna put a struggling mother to a mournerMr politician can you tell me the solution
What's the answer, what's the conclusionIs it an illusion, is it a mirageI see young'n's die because they tryna live largeAnd they all say
[Florence Welch:]Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the airI know I can count on all of youSometimes 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 it, come on, come on)
[Chorus:]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 loveYou got the loveYou got the love
[Dizzee Rascal - Verse 3:]We are living in the days of the credit crunchgive me the doughI'm trying have a bunchBut I cant have rice for lunchits not there aint enough to shareit aint fair never dreamed that he could be rarewho cares who dares to make a changeeverybody in the club trying to make it rainbut not for famine just for the sake of having15 minutes of fame and everywhere's the sameagain and again I see the same thingeverybody acting like they their plane sailin'I see rough seas ahead maybe a recessionand then a depression in whatever professonthis is my confession I can't front I'm in theforefrontliving for money ready to start like a bungee jumpwith no rope but I ain't trying to see the bottombecause thats where I came from, I ain't forgotten,
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