100 Million

It was early, I woke up

Still had a joint, so I puffed

Shouldn't have 'cause it got me stoned

And my mum just moaned

Simon, it's 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 getting 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?

'Cause 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 100 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 day trips, minds are brain tripped

What's the main lick? What's the main trip?

It's like this

For all my fellas that sip the Stellas

DJ's, Grafters and drug 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 100 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 100 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 fellas that sip the Stellas

DJ's, Grafters and drug sellers

To the geeks, there's no need to be jealous

We're just doing our thing