(feat. Florence)




[Dizzee Rascal]

Let’s Go

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

Cause they too busy livin’ the high life, the night life

Huggin’ the high when livin’ it large

And they all say



[Florence]

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



[Dizzee Rascal - Verse 2]

Let me take you down to London city

Where the attitude’s bad and the weather is sh-tty

Everybody’s on a paper chase

It’s one big rat race

Everybodys got a screw face

So many 2 face,

Checkin their high just like their ready to ride

I’m on the inside looking at the outside

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 young’n’s die because they tryna live large

And they all say



[Florence]

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

(Check it, check it, come on, come on)



[Chorus]

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, thats right, thats right)

You got the love

You got the love

You got the love



[Dizzee Rascal - Verse 3]

We are living in the days of the credit crunch

Give me the dough

I’m trying have a bunch

But I cant have rice for lunch

Its not there aint enough to share

It aint 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 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’

I see rough seas ahead maybe a recession

And then a depression in whatever professon

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 thats where I came from, I ain’t forgotten



[Chorus]