Garbage Grove

(They come now, you see them?

Yep both of the crews, I told y'all

They look like they gon' fight)

(Gon' cry man)

We took this trip to Garden Grove

Smelt like Lou inside the van

Oh yeah

This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollars 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've 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

That in my mind, music from Jamaica all the love that I've 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 hasseled by the man, waking up to an alarm, sticking needles in your arm, picking up trash on the freeway, feeling depressed everyday, Leaving without making a sound, Picking my dog up at the pound, Livin' in a tweeker pad, Gettin' yelled at by my Dad, Saying I'm happy when I'm not, Finding roaches in the pot

Ooh all these things I do... They're waiting for you