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