Sublime Sublime - Garden Grove Lyrics Sublime lyrics

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 dollars 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 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 bedsheet 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
Oh, all these things I do
They're waiting for you

Martinez
Martinez
Martinez
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