[Dizzee Rascal]
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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 tick that they ain't paid yet,
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Spend their paycheck
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In the west out on a 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 it
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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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(That's right)
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Now and then it seems like 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]
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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 shitty
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Everybody's on a paper chase
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It's one big rat race
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Everybody's got a screw face
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So many two-faced,
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Checkin' their high sayin' they're ready to ride
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I'm on the inside looking at the
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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 youngsters 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 a¢æ©«Lord, I just don't carea¢æ?
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(That's right, that's right)
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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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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, that's right, that's right)
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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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(Check it)
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[Dizzee Rascal]
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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 tryna have a bunch
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But I can't have rice for lunch
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It's not there ain't enough to share
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It ain't 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's 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 play sailin'
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But I see rough seas ahead maybe a recession
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And then a depression in whatever profession
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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 that's where I came from, I ain't forgotten,
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[Florence]
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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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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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You got the love
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(That's right, that's right, that's right, that's 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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(Who's got the love, who's got the love, who's got the love)
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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 a¢æ©«Lord, I just don't carea¢æ?
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But you've got the love I need to see me through
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You've Got The Dirtee Love
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Florence + The Machine |