Garden Grove

We took this trip to Garden Grove Smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollars at the door Gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhymes? I've got the microwave, I've 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*ck 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 in 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 tweaker pad Getting yelled at by my dad Saying I'm happy when I'm not Finding roaches in the pot Whoa-ohh-oh, all these things I do They're waiting for you This is ma-ma-madness Ma-ma-madness Ma-ma-madness Ma-ma-madness