One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your
ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy
low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of
creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at
my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning
evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel
O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull
up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But
all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene
called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
One more
time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your
fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me
something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can
know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a
different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so
fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me
Roots of creation
I am
living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I
got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock
the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that
they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation
Reggae style
again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so
right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my
hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like
this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I
pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me
on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae
song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands
are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love
you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song
called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic
nation
Such a boring station... a boring
One more time!
Pull up
here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to
be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give
me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am
living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out
the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound
so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of
creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is
wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me
don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only
make me feel so sadder, aya!
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