Garden Grove Lyrics - Sublime - Sublime

We took this trip to Garden Grove 

It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah 

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 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 

'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 a freeway 

Feeling depressed everyday 

Leaving without making a sound 

Picking my dog up at the pound 

Living in a tweaker pad 

Getting yelled at by my dad 

Saying I'm happy when I'm not 

Finding roaches in the pot 

All these things I do 

They're waiting for you