Songwriters: Gaugh, Floyd; Johnson, Linton; Nowell, Brad; Wilson, Eric
We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like lou dog in the van- o yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door
It gets 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 fuck around with my dog
All that i see I steal I filled up my garage
'cause in 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 dog shit on my hand
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 for you
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