Garbage Grove Lyrics

[here they come now, you see that? 
yep both of the crews
they look they gonna fight] 


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 fuck 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 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 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.