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 Five 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 with 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 Sittin' through a shitty band Gettin' dog shit on my hands Gettin' hassled by the man Wakin' up to an alarm Stickin' needles in your arm Pickin' up trash on the freeway Feelin' depressed every day Leavin' without makin' a sound Pickin' my dog up at the pound Livin' in a tweaker pad Gettin' yelled at by my dad Sayin' I'm happy when I'm not Findin' roaches in the pot Oh, all these things I do Here waiting for you Yeah M-m-madness M-m-madness M-m-madness M-m-madness M-m-madness Madness, madness M-m-madness Madness, madness M-m-madness M-m-madness Madness, madness Madness, madness Yeah