Garden Grove Lyrics

Song Text:

We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like Lou in the van, oh yah
This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I got the microwave got the VCR
I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yah
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
Your a fool, don't f**k around with my God
All I can see I steal
My folks don't understand
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 sh*t stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a sh*tty band
Getting dog sh*t on my hands
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 tweaker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Acting happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do, They're waiting for you.