One, two, one, two

It was early, I woke up

Still had a joint so I puffed

Shouldn't've, 'cause it got me stoned

And my mum just moaned

Simon, it's time to get a job

You're twenty years old and you're livin' 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 rollin'

Got the tunes on the deck strollin'

As I walked through my mind and my thoughts are behind

When there's deals gettin' 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 friend?

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

Is the past in your eyes, is their 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 I had a hundred million

Then I'd probably give half to you

Lord of the standard, lord of the landlords

I've been livin' on the shores of the canyons

Pretty girls and ugly guys

Twisted dreams and purple skies

Back to basics, forward to basics

Norms and daytrips, minds are brain chips

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

It's like this

For all my fellas, the sister stellars

DJ's, grafters and drug sellers

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

We're just doin' 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

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 (We could hook up)

If I had the time

Then I'd spend a little more with you

And I had a hundred million

Then I'd probably give half to you

From the edge of the land, who's that man?

Doin' things that you can't understand

Broken or fixed, token or tricks

How many things can we throw in the mix?

Two thousand sounds into two

Comin' through, it's the audio groove

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

As we step with nothin' to prove

For all my fellas, the sister stellars

DJ's, grafters and drug sellers

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

We're just doin' our thing