Sublime Garbage Groove Lyrics

here they come now, you see that?

yep both of the crewsthey look they gonna fight

We took this trip to garden groveIt smelt like
Lou in the van, oh yahThis ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the doorIt gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhymeI got the
microwave got the VCRI got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yahIf you only knew that all the love that I foundIt's hard to
keep my soul on the ground.Your a fool, don't f___ around with my GodAll I can see I stealMy folks don't understandBut my mind
music from JamaicaAll the love that I found, pull over there's a reason why my soul is unsoundIt's you it's that s___ stuck under my
shoeIt's that smell inside the vanIt's my bed sheet covered with sandSitting through a s___ty bandGetting dog s___ on my handsGetting
hassled by the manWaking up to an alarmSticking needles in your armPicking up trash on the freewayFeeling depressed every
dayLeaving without making a soundPickin up my dog at the poundLivin in a tweeker padGetting yelled at by my dadActing happy
when I'm notFinding roaches in the potAll these things I do,They're waiting for you.