We took a trip
to Garden Grove
Smelled like Lou
inside the van oh yeah
This ain’t no funky
reggae party $5 at the door
It gets so real
sometimes
Who wrote my
rhymes?
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 God
All that I can
see I steal my folks don’t understand
And 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 hand
Getting hassled
by the man
Waking up to an
alarm
Sticking needles
in your arm
Picking up trash
on a freeway
Getting
depressed everyday
Leaving without
making a sound
Picking my dog
up at the pound
Livin’ in a
tweeker pad
Getting yelled
at by my dad
Acting happy
when I’m not
Finding roaches
in the pot
All these things
I do they’re waiting for you