Garden grove - live acoustic Sublime

We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelt like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party five dollars at the door
It gets so real sometimes
Who wrote my rhyme?
I've got the microwave, got the VCR
I got the deuce-deuce
In the trunk of my car, oh yeah
If you only knew all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool, don't f**k around with my dog
All that I can see I steal I fill up my garage
'cuz in my mind music from Jamaica all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my souls unsound
It's you, it's that sh*t stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a sh*tty band
Gettin' dog sh*t on my hand
Gettin' hassled by the man
Wakin' up to an alarm
Stickin' needles in the wrong
Pickin' up trash on the freeway
Feelin' depressed every day
Leavin' with out makin' a sound
Pickin' my dog up at the pound
Livin' in a tweaker pad
Gettin' yelled at by my dad
Sayin' I'm happy when I'm not
Findin' roaches in the pot
Oh oh oh all these things I do
There waiting for you