Brad Nowell Songtext
von Subb

Pick it up, Bret

Dear Bret, can you tell me just what′s up with you?
We never met, we never went
But I feel like I'm roaming to you
Through your music, I′ve learned
I'm more dead than I thought
'Cause life′s too short, so love it
And while you′re young, you better get it 'cause

You know, and you know
It′s all about reggae, so we
You know, know, know
You better skate and get some money, need
Because you know, and you know
You have to fight, you have some more
You know, know, know
One day, you're gonna lose the war


You tell me that if I would, I could walk
On the board, the seas like it was dry land
I can′t know it, Louie, tell me
Where I can find DSTP
The secret drink, combines something so cool to me

You know, and you know
It's all about reggae, so we
You know, know, know
You better skate and get some money, need
Because you know, you know
You better fight, you have some more
You know, know, know
One day, you′re gonna lose the war

Boom!
What you want, what you need
There's no guarantee, go!


(You will, you will be missed)
A fuckin' fresh lyric straight up from Long Beach
(You will, you will be missed)
You pick it up from the ground, this Jamaican sound
(You will, you will be missed)
A fuckin′ fresh lyric straight up from Long Beach
(You will, you will be missed)
You pick it up from the ground, this Jamaican sound, go!
Boom, boom!

Well, okay, that′s it, enough said
Sublime spirit will never be dead
Through your music, I've learned
I′m more dead than I thought
Pick it up and take the mic
And everything will be alright
For sure, you will be missed, oh, Bradley
For sure, you will be missed
For sure, you will be missed, oh, Bradley