100 Million

It was early

I woke up

Still had a joint so I puffed

Shouldn't of coz it got me stoned

And my mum just moaned

'Simon its time to get a job

You're 20 years old and you're living like a slob'

But there's so many things i wanna do ma'

I need money and I wanna get a new car

'Simon what do you mean '

I've got a plan - it'll all be clean

Got the joints and the beats rolling

Got the tunes on the decks strolling

As I walk through my mind all my thoughts are behind

When there's deals being signed and there's walls gettin' climbed

And there's things that we bring when we fling with the sing

And we want to be in from the start to the fin

Is it me is it them

Is it you or your friends

There's no need to pretend that your mind's on the mend

Is the past in your eyes are your hands on your thighs

Coz you cannot disguise that you needed a rise

If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you

And if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you

Lord of the standard lord of the landlords

I've been living on the shores of the canyon

Pretty girls and ugly guys

Twisted dreams and purple skies

Back to basics - forward to basics

Norms are daytrips - minds are brain-tripped

What's the main lick

What's the main trip

-it's like this

For all my fella's that sip the Stellas

DJ's Grafters and ** sellers

To the geeks there's no need to be jealous

We're just doing our thing

If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you

And if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you

I just don't know about the way

I just wished I had some more days in my book

Call you up and give you a look

If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you

And if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you

From the edge of the land - Who's that man

Doing things that you can't understand

Broken or fixed

Token or tripped

How many things we can throw in the mix

Two thousand sales into two

Coming through it's the Audio Crew

Don't bother doing if it don't sound smooth

As we step with nothing to prove

For all my fella's that sip the Stellas

DJ's Grafters and ** sellers

To the geeks there's no need to be jealous

We're just doing our thing