Letra de Garden Grove - Sublime

We took this trip to Garden Grove

It smelt like Lou Dog inside the van, oh yeah

This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollars at the door

It gets so real sometime, 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've 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

Sittin' through a shitty band

Gettin' dog shit on my hands

Gettin' hassled by the man

Wakin' up to an alarm

Stickin' needles in your arm

Pickin' up trash on the freeway

Feelin' depressed every day

Leaving without making a sound

Pickin' my dog up at the pound

Livin' in a tweeker pad

Gettin' yelled at by my dad

Sayin' I'm happy when I'm not

Findin' roaches in the pot

All these things I do

They're waiting for you

Madness...

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