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 paycheck
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, 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
'Cause they too busy livin' the high life, the night life
Huggin' the hihighway, 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 shitty
Everybody's on the paper chase, it's one big rat race
Everybody got a screw face
So many too fake
Checking the height, they say they ready to ride
I'm on the inside looking at the outside
So it's an accurate reflection
The city's northeast, west, and the south side
Everywhere I go there's a girl on the corner
Guns and drugs got the city like a sauna
And it's getting warmer and out of order
Trying to put a struggling mother to a morner
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 youngers diying 'cause 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 crunch
Give me the dough
I'm trying have a bunch
But I can't have rice for lunch
It's not there ain't 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 can't fight I'm 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
