Sublime - Garden Grove lyrics

We took this trip to Garden Grove

It smells like Lou dog inside the van, oh yeah

This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollars at the door

It gets so real sometime

Who wrote my rhyme?

I've got the microwave, got the vcr

I got the deuce-duece in the trunk of my car

Oh yeah

If you only knew, all the love that I found

It's hard to keep my soul on the ground

You’re a fool, don't fuck around with my dog

All that I can see I steal, I fill up my garage

'Cuz in my mind music from Jamaica

All the love that I found

Pull over

There's a reason why my souls unsound

It's you, it's that shit stuck under my shoe

It's that smell inside the van

It's my bed sheet covered with sand

Sitting through a shitty band

Gettin' dog shit on my hand

Gettin' hassled by the man

Wakin' up to an alarm

Stickin' needles in your arm

Pickin' up trash on the freeway

Feelin' depressed every day

Leavin' with out makin' a sound

Pickin' my dog up at the pound

Livin' in a tweaker pad

Gettin' yelled at by my dad

Sayin' I'm happy when I'm not

Findin' roaches in the pot

Oh oh oh all these things I do

There waiting for you