text: 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 truly
  Truthfully, 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 it
  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 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
  Check it, yo, let me take you down to London city
  Where the attitude’s bad and the weather is–
  Everybody’s on a paper chase, it’s one big rat race
  Everybodys got a screw face, so many two-face
  Checkin their high just like theyre ready to ride
  I’m on the inside looking at the–
  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 getting warmer, and out of order
  Tryna put a struggling 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 youngens die because they tryna live large
  And they all say
  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
  You got the love 
  You got the love 
  You got the love 
  You got the love 
  You got the love 
  You got the love 
  Yo, were living in the days of the credit crunch
  Give me the dough, I’m tryna 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?
  Everybodys 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’
  But 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
  Living for money, ready to start like a bungee jump
  With no rope, but I ain’t tryna see the bottom
  Because thats where 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 
  Who’s got the love? Whos got the love?
  Whos got the love? Come on
  And again, cmon
  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