Il testo della Garden grove

We took this trip to garden grove
It smelled like lou dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, 5 dollars at the door
It gets so real sometimes who wrote my rhyme
I've got the microwave got the vcr
I got the deuce, deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah

If you only knew all the love that i found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool, don't fuck around my dog
All that i can see i steal i fill 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's 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 hands
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm

Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up at the pound

Living 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