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 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I`ve got the microwave, got the VCR
I`ve 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 fuck around with my dog
All that I can see I steal, I fill up my garage
Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica`s all the love that I found
Pull over there`s a reason why my soul`s unsound
It`s you
It`s that shit stuck under my shoe
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 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 not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do
They`re waiting for you
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