Sublime
Текст песни Garbage Groove

[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 fuck 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 shit stuck under my
shoeIt's that smell inside the vanIt's
my bed sheet covered with sandSitting through a shitty bandGetting
dog shit 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.