Sublime — Roots of Creation Demo

One, two, three, four! [Verse 1] Pull up your honey, if ya got a pussy And shake your ass like your ready for sing Wear something more higher Something more low When me ready, limbo, then follow me go, like a [Chorus] Roots of creation I am living in a boring nation [Verse 2] I put up my hands and I look at my feet The reggae music make me sound so sweet 'Cause we play it morning, evening, night and in all of the day It's the sweet kinda music, makes me feel okay [Chorus] The roots of creation Say, I am living in a plastic nation [Verse 3] I pull off my hat My coat 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 [Chorus] Called, "The Roots of Creation" I am living in a plastic nation Oh yeah One more time! [Verse 4] Well, pull up your honey, like you got limbo Well, put up your fingers like you're ready to go Give me Give me something high And give me something slow Give me something I can use Give me something I can know Is the body and the mind One part, a soul or two? I feel a different person to be a different place I'm living in a different place, sometimes, I feel, although, it's fine Pull up your style, make ya sound so fine With a Pull up hands with me [Chorus] Roots of creation I am living in a boring nation [Verse 5] 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, see, it's right on time But you're down with the music that we call Sublime I'm living in a different nation Reggae style, again! I could've a found my way to the back Gonna win me back, me no feel a pop When me down, said, it feels so right We rock the music, late at night With a guitar pick in my hand With a mouth, to make me a man Me have a little girl like this [Chorus] Called, "The Roots of Creation" I am living in a plastic nation [Verse 6] I pull up my hand, left pocket Do the music make me say me feel it? Read me all my rights, say, me know me are wrong Me am a white boy, but me sing the reggae songs [Chorus] Called, "Roots of Creation" I am living in a plastic nation [Verse 7] My hands are high My ink is dry My love for you, it will a never die Say, me love you 'til me will testify Me love the music make me feel so high [Chorus] The 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! [Verse 8] Pull up your honey, if you got limbo Pull it up man, get faster Oh, I don't want to take this slow I want to make it sound right I want to make it sound tough Give me kind of music make you rock all night [Chorus] Like a roots of creation I am living in a boring nation [Verse 9] So, cheer up my life Cheer up my life Take out the trouble Take out, take out the strife Give me some the music make it sound so nice Give me kinda music make we want to sing the song twice [Chorus] Like, roots of creation I am living in a plastic nation [Verse 10] I pull up my hand My seat is wobbly Pull up your hand and it sounds like this 'Cause I like my beer dry Drink the gin and the gin Like the kinda drink ya can hope make me sick Me don't feel no dice, but likewise Make me drink a gin, like one twice I only make me feel so sadder, aya