100 Million

[Intro] 1, 2, 1, 2 [Verse 1] 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 you mean?" I've got a plan, it'll all be clean Got the joints and the beats rollin' Got the tunes on the decks strollin' As I walk through my mind, and my thoughts are behind When there's deals being signed and there's walls gettin' climbed And there's things that we bring and 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 friend? There's no need to pretend that your mind's on the mend Is the past in your eyes, is the hands on your thighs 'Cause you cannot disguise that you needed a rise [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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-trips What's the main lick? What's the main trip? It's like this [Instrumental Break] [Pre-Chorus] 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 doin' our thing [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] From the edge of the land, who's that man? Doin' things that you can't understand Broken or fixed Token or trips How many things we can throw in the mix 2000 sounds into two Comin' through it's the Audio Crew Don't bother doin' if it don't sound smooth As we step with nothing to prove [Pre-Chorus] For all my fella's that sip the Stellas DJ's, Grafters, and drug sellers To the geeks there's no need to be jealous We're just doin' our thing