Let's go
Everybody wants to be famous
Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless
People act shameless
Tryin' to live like entertainers
Want a fat crib with the acres

So they spend money that they ain't made yet
Got a Benz on tic' that they ain't paid yet
Spend their pay check
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
Starrin' Louis V, paid for by yours truly
Truthfully, it's a joke, like a bad episode of Holly oaks
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

Sometimes it seems that the goin' 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 at***ude's bad and the weather is ****ty
Everybody's on a paper chase, it's one big rat race
Everybodys got a screw face, so many 2 face

Checkin' their high just like their ready to ride
I'm on the inside lookin' at the outside
So it's an accurate reflection
City wide, north, east, west and the south side

Everywhere I go there's a goon on the corner
Guns and drugs 'cause the city's like a sauna
And it's gettin' warmer and out of order
Tryin' to put a strugglin' 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 tryin' to live large
And they all say

Sometimes I feel like throwin' my hands up in the air
I know I can count on all of you
Sometimes I feel like sayin', '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)

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, that's right, that's right)
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love

We are livin' in the days of the credit crunch
Give me the dough, I'm tryin' have a bunch
But I can't have rice for lunch
It's not there, ain't enough to share
It ain't fair never dreamed that he could be rare

Who cares, who dares to make a change
Everybody in the club tryin' to make it rain
But not for famine just for the sake of havin'
15 minutes of fame and every where's the same
Again and again I see the same thing
Everybody actin' 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 can't front, I'm in the forefront
Livin' for money, ready to start like a bungee jump
With no rope but I ain't tryin' to see the bottom
Because that's where I came from, I ain't forgotten

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, that's right, that's right)
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love