Garden Grove

We took this trip to
Garden Grove
It smelled like
Lou dog inside the van, oh yeah
This aint no funky reggae party, 5 dollars at the door
It gets so real sometimes who wrote my rhyme
Ive 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 foundIts hard to keep my soul on the ground
Youre a fool, dont **** 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 theres a reason why my souls unsound
Its you, its that s*it stuck under my shoe
Its that smell inside the van
Its 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 Im happy when
Im notFinding roaches in the pot
All these things
I doTheyre waiting for you