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
[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
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