If I was Bob Marley: I'd say could you be lovedIf I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do? I'd point that shit straight at the sky and shoot heaven on down for you. Because the bars are always open and the time is always right and if God's good word goes unspoken the music goes all night ... and it goes:
If I was half pint: I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson: I'd look for a fight
If I was Boomtown Rats: I won't be staying up all night
If I was the king Ad-Rock: I would get stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums: I'd be comfortably numb
I want a lover, I can't find the timeNow a days as clear as you please, strapped with protection or strapped with disease. Laughter, it's free any time just call me 439-0116 when you're down with sublime you get funky fresh lyrics. You get nothing. Stolen from an africa land got chased out of the bar. I saw my best friend tonight so don't push me too far. I'm gonna run come down with the new lyrics. Get hit! Get hip! Don't slip, you knuckle heads.
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme
And I want to start some static, but I can't afford
Just lay on the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Racism is schism on a serious tip. You don't believe me that I won't bust your lip. I hear the mountain. It hard to climb. Ruffle the rhythm and it must be sublime. Listen yellow lover, yeah, it's right on time. We got cricket with the quickness and the bass line. Go and raid the sound and tell the people the news. Oh, hey! tell them reggae music is on the loose.
Here I am from the place where the sun keeps shine new style in a unique fashion and good good vibes that keep on playing, playing. People wanna come up and they wanna tell me smoking crack cocaine better than sensi. You're pumping that shit! Yo! we're sick of it. Teaking every weekend and we just can't take it. We don't want plastic.
Bradley James Nowell
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