Roots Of Creation Lyrics - Sublime

One two three four! 

Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy 

Shake your ass like your ready to sing 

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 may 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 

I am living in a plastic nation 

I throw up my hands 

My hope is so wide 

Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high 

But all the time I feel irie 

I feel irie 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 somthing 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 

When 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 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 

Eric on my right, yes he knows I ain't wrong 

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 want to make it sound right 

I want to 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 want to 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