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 rollin' got the tunes on the decks strollin' 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 ^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 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 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 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 From the edge of the land - Who's that man? Doin' 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 comin' through it's the Audio Crew don't bother doin' 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 drug sellers To the geeks there's no need to be jealous we're just doin' our thing