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 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 my dog All that I can see I steal I fill up my garage 'Cause in my mind music from Jamaica 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 ha*sled 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