Sublime - Garbage Grove Lyrics
We took this trip to Garden Groveit smelt like Lou dog inside the van, oh yeahthis ain't no funky reggae party five dollars at the doorit gets so real sometimewho wrote my rhyme?I've got the microwave, got the vcr. I got the deuce-duecein the trunk of my car, oh yeahif you only knew all the love that I foundIt's hard to keep my soul on the groundyour a fool, don't ***** around with my godall that I can see I steal. I fill up my garage,'cause in my mind, music from Jamaca all the love that I foundpull over there's a reason why my souls unsoundit's you, it's that shit stuck under my shoeit's that smell inside the vanit's my bed sheet covered with sandsitting through a shitty bandgettin' dog shit on my handgettin' hassled by the manwakin' up to an alarmstickin' needles in your armpickin' up trash on the freewayfeelin' depressed every dayleavin' with out makin' a soundpickin' my dog up at the poundlivin' in a tweaker padgettin' yelled at by my dadsayin' I'm happy when I'm notfindin' roaches in the potoh oh oh all these things I dothere waiting for you
