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