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.
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