Garbage Grove Lyrics - Sublime

(Here they come now, you see that? 

Yep both of the crews 

They look they gonna fight) 

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 fuck around with my dog. 

All that I can see I steal. 

I fill up my garage. 

'Cause 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 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 

Getting dog shit on my hands 

Getting hassled by the man 

Waking up to an alarm 

Sticking needles in your arm 

Picking up trash on the freeway 

Feeling 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