Sublime Roots of Creation Lyrics

Living In a Boring Nation Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Date Rape
  • 2 Badfish
  • 3 Roots of Creation
  • 4 We’re Only Gonna Die for Our Arrogance (live)
  • 5 New Thrash
  • One two three four!
    Pull up here honey, if ya got a *****
    Shake your *** 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

    Written by: Bradley James Nowell
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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