[Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]

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

[Chorus: Florence Welch & Dizzee Rascal]

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 that life is just too much

But you’ve got the love I need to see me through

[Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal]

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

Everybody's got a screw face, so many two-face

Checkin' their high just like 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 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

[Chorus: Florence Welch & Dizzee Rascal]

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air

(Put your hands up)

I know I can count on all of you (That's right, that's right)

Sometimes I feel like saying, “Lord I just don’t care” (Woah)

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, 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, yo)

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]

Yo, we're 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 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 that's where I came from, I ain’t forgotten

[Chorus: Florence Welch & Dizzee Rascal]

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, and again)

You got the love (C'mon, c'mon)

You got the love (Woahhhh)

You got the love (Woo!)

Who’s got the love? Who's got the love?

Who's got the love? Come on

And again, c'mon

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