Don't Push
Sublime
Stolen from an Africa land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley
And a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well 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 were Bob Marley I'd say, "Could you be loved?"
And if I was Half Pint or with my Lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I would look for a fight
And if I was a Boomtown Rats I would 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
If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do
I'd point that s### 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
I want a lover, but I can't find the time
I want a reason, but I can't find the rhyme
And I wanna start some static, but I can't afford
To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey
Nowadays as clear as you please
Get strapped with protection or strap with disease
Laughter, it's free
Any time just call me
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When you're down with Sublime
You get funky fresh lyrics
You get nothing
Stolen from an Africa land
I was 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 hip get hip don't slip you knuckle heads
Racism is schism on a serious tip
You don't believe me that I go and bust your lip
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover yeah they're 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