Garden Grove.

Sublime - Garden Grove We took this trip to Garden Grove. It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah This ain't no funk---y reggae party, five dollars at the door. It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme. I've got the microwave, got the V.C.R 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 see I steal I filled 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 is 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 hand 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 at the pound, Livin in a tweeker 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