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Roots of Creation

One two three four!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 creationI 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 creationSaid, 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 nationOne 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 knowYou'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 meRoots of creation

I am living in a boring nation

A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left

I got Eric at my rightWe 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 nationReggae 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 handWhat amounts to make me a man

Me help a little girl like thisCalled 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 songCalled 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 highSong called roots of creation

I am living in a plastic nation

Oh, in a plastic nation

Such a boring station, a boringOne 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 rightI 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 nationSo cheer up my life

Cheer up my life

Take out the trouble

Take out take out the strifeGive 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 nationI 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 ginLove 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!

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