(feat. Florence)
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[Dizzee Rascal]
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Let¡¯s Go
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Everybody wants to be famous,
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Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless,
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People act shameless
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Tryna live like entertainers,
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Want a fat crib with the acres,
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So they spend money that they ain¡¯t made yet,
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Got a Benz on tik that they ain¡¯t paid yet,
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Spend their pay cheque
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In the west end on the weekend
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Got no money by the end of the weekend.
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But they don¡¯t care cause their life is a movie,
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Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
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Truthfully, it¡¯s a joke, like a bad episode of Hollyoaks,
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Can¡¯t keep up with the cover notes,
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So they got bad credit livin¡¯ on direct debit in debt
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they still don¡¯t get
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Cause they too busy livin¡¯ the high life, the night life
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Huggin¡¯ the high when livin¡¯ it large
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And they all say
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[Florence]
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Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough
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And things go wrong no matter what I do
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Now and then it seems that life is just too much
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But you¡¯ve got the love I need to see me through
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[Dizzee Rascal - Verse 2]
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Let me take you down to London city
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Where the attitude¡¯s bad and the weather is sh-tty
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Everybody¡¯s on a paper chase
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It¡¯s one big rat race
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Everybodys got a screw face
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So many 2 face,
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Checkin their high just like their ready to ride
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I¡¯m on the inside looking at the outside
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So it¡¯s an accurate reflection
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City wide, north, east, west and the southside
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Everywhere I go there¡¯s a goon on the corner
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Guns and drugs cause the city¡¯s like a sauna
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And it¡¯s getting warmer, and out of order
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Tryna put a struggling mother to a mourner
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Mr politician can you tell me the solution
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What¡¯s the answer, what¡¯s the conclusion
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Is it an illusion, is it a mirage
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I see young¡¯n¡¯s die because they tryna live large
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And they all say
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[Florence]
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Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
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I know I can count on all of you
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Sometimes I feel like saying ¡°Lord I just don¡¯t care¡±
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But you¡¯ve got the love I need To see me through
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(Check it, check it, come on, come on)
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[Chorus]
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You got the love
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(Who¡¯s got the love)
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You got the love
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(Who¡¯s got the love)
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You got the love
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(That¡¯s right, thats right, thats right)
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You got the love
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You got the love
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You got the love
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[Dizzee Rascal - Verse 3]
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We are living in the days of the credit crunch
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Give me the dough
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I¡¯m trying have a bunch
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But I cant have rice for lunch
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Its not there aint enough to share
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It aint fair never dreamed that he could be rare
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Who cares who dares to make a change
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Everybody in the club trying to make it rain
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But not for famine just for the sake of having
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15 minutes of fame and everywhere¡¯s the same
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Again and again I see the same thing
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Everybody acting like they their plane sailin¡¯
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I see rough seas ahead maybe a recession
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And then a depression in whatever professon
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This is my confession I can¡¯t front I¡¯m in the forefront
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Living for money ready to start like a bungee jump
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With no rope but I ain¡¯t trying to see the bottom
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Because thats where I came from, I ain¡¯t forgotten
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[Chorus]
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You Got The Dirtee Love
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| Dizzee Rascal |
