Alright, alright… What we got here, then? A fresh bag of green… Little bit of peace in a world gone mean. You know the procedure, brother. You know the procedure. Roll it up… Skin it up… Sit down… And relax. Simples, brother. Simples. Got a fresh bag of green in a pocket full of dreams, Outside world’s barking like a washing machine. Phone keeps ringing, got the news on repeat, Everybody’s got a problem, everybody’s got beef. Me? I’m on a mission, got a chair and a cushion, Got a head full of noise that could do with reduction. Little bit of music, little bit of space, Let the bassline put a smile back on my face. Now where’s that lighter? Don’t start that again… I had it a minute ago. Check your pocket, brother. Oh. There it is. Take it easy… Let the whole world spin. Leave the madness at the door, Let a little quiet in. Roll it up… (Roll it up…) Skin it up… (Skin it up…) Sit down… (Sit down…) And relax. Let the bassline roll, Let the rhythm take control, Put the world on pause for a minute or two. Simples, brother… What you gonna do? Simples, brother. Simples. Sim-sim-simples… Brother… Simples… …ples… …ples… Now, there’s an art to doing nothing. People don’t understand that. They think you need a plan, Need a spreadsheet, Need a five-year strategy For sitting on your arse. But I’ve got a system. A very sophisticated system. Step one… Find a comfortable seat. Step two… Put some decent music on. Step three… Forget what step three was. See? Already working. The cat’s looking at me like he knows something, Bass in the floor and the telephone’s humming. Clock on the wall doing something obscene, How’s it gone half past eight? It’s only been fifteen. Got a little bit of dub with a little bit of space, Got a stupid little grin that won’t leave my face. No big revelation, no master plan, Just a bloke and a beat doing the best that he can. You alright, mate? Yeah, I’m alright. What you thinking about? Nothing much. That’s the point, innit? Roll it up… (Roll it up…) Skin it up… (Skin it up…) Sit down… (Sit down…) And relax. Let the bassline roll, Let the rhythm take control, Put the world on pause for a minute or two. Simples, brother… What you gonna do? Simples, brother. Simples. The world is complicated. Very complicated. Bills… Deadlines… People talking absolute rubbish… You forgot what you came in here for. I came in here for a reason. What was it? Breathe in… Breathe out… Let the noise fall away. You don’t have to solve the universe Before the end of the day. Roll it… Roll it… Roll it up… Sit down… Slow down… Let it go… Brother… Brother… You know the score. Skin it up… (Skin it up…) Sit down… (Sit down…) And relax. Let the bassline roll, Let the rhythm take control, There’s a whole lot of madness We don’t need to hold. Simples, brother… What you gonna do? Simples, brother. Simples. Fresh bag of green… Good tune on the stereo… Feet up… World outside can wait a minute. Now… What did I come in here for? The kettle, mate. Oh, yeah. Simples, brother. Simples. Simples… Simples… …ples… …ples…I’ve
