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 *** 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 *** stuck under my shoe

It's that smell inside the van

It's my bed sheet covered with sand Sitting through a ***ty band

Getting dog *** 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