Sublime - Roots Of Creation Lyrics
One two three four! Pull up here honey, if ya got a ***** 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!
