Garbage Grove
Sublime Song Lyrics

(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 in the van, oh yah  This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door  It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme  I got the microwave got the VCR  I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yah  If you only knew that 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 God  All I can see I steal  My folks don't understand  But 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 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 at the pound  Livin in a tweeker pad  Getting yelled at by my dad  Acting happy when I'm not  Finding roaches in the pot  All these things I do,  They're waiting for you.