Sublime - Garden Grove Lyrics
We took this trip to garden groveIt smelled like lou-dog inside the van, oh yeahThis aint no funky reggae party, $5 at the doorIt gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhymeI got the microwave, got the vcrI got the deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeahIf you only knew all the love that I foundIts hard to keep my soul on the groundYoure a fool, dont ***** around with my dogAll that I can see I steal, I fill up my garageCause in my mindMusic from jamaica, all the love that I foundPull over theres a reason why my souls unsoundIts youIts that shit stuck under my shoeIts that smell inside the vanIts my bed sheet covered with sandSitting through a shitty bandGetting dog shit on my handsGetting hassled by the manWaking up to an alarmSticking needles in your armPicking up trash on a freewayFeeling depressed everydayLeaving without making a soundPicking my dog at the poundLiving in a tweeker padGetting yelled at by my dadSaying Im happy when Im notFinding roaches in the potAll these things I doTheyre waiting for you.
