Sublime - Garbage Grove Lyrics

Writer(s) : NOWELL, BRADLEY JAMES
Artist: Sublime Lyrics
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(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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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


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