One two three four!

Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and

Shake your ass like your 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 O.K.

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

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

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!