| Song | You've Got The Dirtee Love |
| Artist | Florence + The Machine |
| Album | Lungs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 [Florence] | |
| 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 [Dizzee Rascal] | |
| 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 [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†(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) [Dizzee Rascal] | |
| 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, [Florence] | |
| 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 |
| 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 Florence | |
| 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 Dizzee Rascal | |
| 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 twofaced, | |
| 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 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 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 Dizzee Rascal | |
| 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, Florence | |
| 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 |
| 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 Florence | |
| 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 Dizzee Rascal | |
| 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 twofaced, | |
| 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 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 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 Dizzee Rascal | |
| 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, Florence | |
| 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 |