Garbage Groove — текст песни (sublime)

[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.