We took this trip to garden grove

It smelt like lou dog in the van

This ain't no funky 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.