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 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme

I 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 fuck around with 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 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