Lời bài hát: Sublime. Roots of Creation.

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Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like you're 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 okay
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

You're 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!