Sublime - Roots of creation

^{A G}One, two, three, four!

^A Pull up your honey, if ya ^Ggot a pussy And ^Ashake your ass like your ^Gready for sing Wear ^Asomething more higher, ^Gsomething more low ^AWhen me ready, limbo, then ^Gfollow me go, like a...

^D Roots of cre^Cation ^DI am living in a ^Eboring nation

I ^Aput up my hands and I ^Glook at my feet ^A The reggae music make me ^Gsound so sweet 'Cause we ^Aplay it morning, evening, night and in ^Gall of the day It's the ^Asweet kinda music, makes me ^Gfeel okay

^D The roots of cre^Cation Say, ^DI am living in a ^Eplastic nation

I ^Apull off my hat, my ^Gcoat is so wide ^A Sometimes, sometimes, ^GI feel so high But,^A all the time, I ^Gfeel irie ^A I feel irie, when I'm ^Gdown with the scene called...

^D "The Roots of^C Creation" ^DI am living in a ^Eplastic nation ^A Oh ^Gyeah, ha ha ha ^Aha ^G A G ^AOne more ^Gtime!

Well,^A pull up your honey, like you ^Ggot limbo Well,^A put up your fingers like you're ^Gready to go Give me,^A give me something high And ^Ggive me something slow Give me ^Asomething I can use Give me ^Gsomething I can know Is the^D body ^Cand the mind One part, ^Da soul or two? ^EI feel a different ^Aperson to be a ^Gdifferent place I'm ^Aliving in a different place, sometimes, I ^Gfeel, although, it's fine ^A Pull up your style, make ya ^Gsound so fine With a..^A. Pull up ^Ghands with me

^D Roots ^Cof creation ^DI am living in a ^Eboring nation

R^Aight, a ^Gpull up sound With Mike ^AHappoldt at my left, I got ^GEric at my right We ^Arock the reggae music every ^Gday and night We ^Arock the reggae music, see, it's ^Gright on time But you're ^Ddown with the music that we ^Ccall Sublime ^D I'm ^Eliving in a different nati^Aon

^AReggae ^Gstyle, again!

I ^Acould've a found my way to the back Gonna ^Gwin me back, me no feel a pop ^AWhen me down, said, it feels so right We ^Grock the music, late at night ^A With a guitar pick in my hand ^G With a mouth, to make me a man ^A Me have a little ^Ggirl like this, called the...

^D Roots ^Cof creation ^DI am living in a ^Eplastic nation

I ^Apull up my hand, ^Gleft pocket ^A Do the music make me ^Gsay me feel it? ^ARead me all my rights, say, me ^Gknow me are wrong Me ^Aam a white boy, but me ^Gsing the reggae song, called...

^D "Roots ^Cof Creation" ^DI am living in a ^Eplastic nation

My ^Ahands are high My ^Gink is dry My^A love for you, it ^Gwill-a never die Say, me ^Alove you 'til me will testi^Gfy Me love the ^Amusic make me feel so ^Ghigh

The song called,^D "Roots of^C Creation" ^DI am living in a ^Eplastic nati^Aon ^G Oh, in a ^Aplastic nation ^G Such a ^Aboring station ^G A ^Aboring... ^G One more time!

^A Pull up your honey, if you ^Ggot limbo Pull it ^Aup man, get faster I don't ^Gwant it to be slow I ^Awant to make it sound right I ^Gwant to make it sound tough ^AGive me kind of music make you ^Grock all night

Like a,^D roots of cre^Cation ^DI am living in a ^Eboring nation

So, ^Acheer up my life ^GCheer up my life ^ATake out the trouble Take ^Gout, take out the strife ^AGive me some the music make it ^Gsound so nice Give me ^Akinda music make we want to ^Gsing the song twice

Like,^D roots of ^Ccreation ^DI am living in a ^Eplastic nation

I ^Apull up my hand My ^Gseat is wobbly ^A Pull up your hand and it ^Gsounds like this 'Cause I ^Alike my beer dry Drink the ^Ggin and the gin ^ALike the kinda drink ya can hope ^Gmake me sick Me ^Ddon't feel no dice,^C but likewise ^DMake me drink a gin,^E like one twice I ^Aonly make me feel so sad^Gder, aya ^A