Garden Grove

We took this trip to

Garden Grove

It smelled like

Lou dog inside the van, oh yeah

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

It gets so real sometimes who wrote my rhyme

I've got the microwave got the

VCRI got the deuce, deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah

If you only knew all the love that

I foundIt's hard to keep my soul on the ground

You're a fool, don't **** around my dog

All that I can see

I steal I fill up my garage'

Cause in my mind music from

JamaicaAll the love that

I foundPull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound

It's you, it's that s*it stuck under my shoe

It's that smell inside the van

It's my bed sheet covered with sand

Sitting through a s*itty band

Getting dog s*it on my hands

Getting hassled by the man

Waking up to an alarm

Sticking needles in your arm

Picking up trash on a freeway

Feeling depressed everyday

Leaving without making a sound

Picking my dog up at the pound

Living in a tweeker pad

Getting yelled at by my dad

Saying I'm happy when

I'm notFinding roaches in the pot

All these things

I doThey're waiting for you