Текст песни Garbage Grove

yep both of the crews

they look they gonna fight)

We took this trip to garden grove

It smelt like Lou in the van, oh yah

This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door

It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme

I got the microwave got the VCR

I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yah

If you only knew that all the love that I found

It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.

Your a fool, don't fuck around with my God

All I can see I steal

My folks don't understand

But my mind music from Jamaica

All the love that I found,

pull over there's a reason why my soul is unsound

It's you it's that shit stuck under my shoe
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It's that smell inside the van

It's my bed sheet covered with sand

Sitting through a shitty band

Getting dog shit on my hands

Getting hassled by the man

Waking up to an alarm

Sticking needles in your arm

Picking up trash on the freeway

Feeling depressed every day

Leaving without making a sound

Pickin up my dog at the pound

Livin in a tweaker pad

Getting yelled at by my dad

Acting happy when I'm not

Finding roaches in the pot

All these things I do, They're waiting for you.

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