Sublime - Garden grove - live acoustic lyrics

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' ha**led 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 Madness