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 tick that they ain't paid yet, Spend their paycheck In the west out on a 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 (That's right) Now and then it seems like 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 shitty Everybody's on a paper chase It's one big rat race Everybody's got a screw face So many two-faced, Checkin' their high sayin' they're ready to ride I'm on the inside looking at the 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 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 youngsters 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” (That's right, that's right) 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 (Who's got the love) You got the love (Who's got the love) You got the love (Check it) 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 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's 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 play 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 trying 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 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) You got the love You got the love You got the love (Who's got the love, who's got the love, who's got the love) 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