We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like lou dog in the van
This ain't no reggae party $5 at the door
Get so real sometimes who wrote my rhymes
I got the microwave got the vcr i got the duece duece
In the trunk of my car
If you only knew that all the love that i found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool don't you fuck around with my dog
All i can see i steal as i fill up my garage
But my mind music from jamaica
All the love that i found, pull over there's a reason
Why my soul is 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 hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin up my dog at the pound
Livin 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 para tu.