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 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
Too busy livin' the
high life, the night life
huggin' the high
and livin' it large
when they all say
Sometimes it seems
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 attitude's bad
and the weather is s***ty
Everybody's on the paper
chase it's one big
rat race everybody's
got a screw face
so many two 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 drugs 'cos 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 the young'n's die
'cos they're 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
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, that's right
You got the love
Who's got the love?
You got the love
Who's got the love?
You got the love....
We are living in the days
of the credit crunch
give me the dough I'm
tryna have a bunch but
I can't have rice for lunch
It's not there's not enough
to share it ain't fair
never dreamed that
the air could be rare
Who dares to make
a change
everybody in the club
tryna make it rain
But not for famine just
for the sake of having
fifteen minutes of fame
everywhere's the same
Again and again
I see the same thing
everybody's acting like
their plane sailin'
I see rough seas ahead
and maybe a recession
and then a depression
whatever the profession
And 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
'Cos that's where
I came from
I ain't forgotten
You got the love
Who's got the love?
You got the love
You got the love
that's right, that's right,
that's right, that's right
let's go
You got the love
come on, come on
You got the love
You got the love.........
oooh
Who's got the love?
Who's got the love?
Who's got the love?
woah oooooow
woooo
Sometimes I feel like
throwing my hands up
in the air
'cos 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