• Artist: Sublime
• Song Title: Garden Grove
• Album: Sublime

Garden Grove
We took this trip to garden grove. It smelt like lou-dog inside the van. oh yea, This ain't no funky
reggae party, $5 at the door. It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme? I've got the
microwave, got the vcr. I got the deuce deuce in the trunk of my car. oh yea, If you only knew all the
love that I found, It's hard to keep my soul on the ground. Your a fool; don't f*ck 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 soul's unsound.
It's you,
it's that sh*t stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a sh*tty band
Getting dog sh*t on my hands
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on the freeway
Gettin' depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin up my dog up at the pound
Livin in a tweeker pad
Gettin yelled at by my Dad
Saying I'm happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot

oh, all these things I do.. They're waiting for you.