We took this
trip to Garden Grove
It smelled like
Loudog 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 dog
All that I can
see I steal I fill up my garage
Cuz 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 head
sheet covered with sand
Sitting through
a shitty band
Getting dogshit
on my hand
Getting hassled
by the man
Waking up to an
alarm
Sticking needles
in your arm
Picking up trash
on the freeway
Getting
depressed every day
Leaving without
making a sound
Picking my dog
up at the pound
Living in a
tweeker pad
Getting yelled
at by my dad
Sayin’ I’m happy
when I’m not
Finding roaches
in the pot
Oh all these
things I do
They’re waiting
for you