Sublime – Garden Grove

We took this outing to Garden Grove
It smelled like Lou-dog inside a van, oh yeah
This ain’t no musty reggae party, $5 during a door
It gets so genuine sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I got a microwave, got a VCR
I got a deuce-deuce in a case of my car, oh yeah

If we usually knew all a adore that we found
It’s tough to keep my essence on a ground
You’re a fool, don’t fuck around with my dog
All that we can see we steal, we fill adult my garage

Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica, all a adore that we found
Pull over there’s a reason because my soul’s unsound

It’s you
It’s that shit stranded underneath my shoe
It’s that smell inside a van
It’s my bed piece lonesome with sand
Sitting by a shitty band
Getting dog shit on my hands
Getting hassled by a man

Waking adult to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking adult rabble on a freeway
Feeling vexed everyday
Leaving but creation a sound
Picking my dog adult during a pound
Living in a tweaker pad
Getting yelled during by my dad

Saying I’m happy when I’m not
Finding roaches in a pot
All these things we do
They’re watchful for you.