"Garbage Grove" lyrics

They come now, you see them?
Yep both of the crews, I told y'all
They look like they gon' fight

Gon' cry man

We took this trip to Garden Grove
Smelt like Lou inside the van
Oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollars at the door
It gets so real sometimes
Who wrote my rhymes?
I 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've found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool
Don't fuck around with my god
All that I can see I steal
My folks don't understand
That in my mind, music from Jamaica all the love that I've 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 in 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 the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up at the pound
Livin' in a tweeker pad
Gettin' yelled at by my Dad
Saying "I'm happy" when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
Ooh all these things I do...
They're waiting for you