Garden Grove

We took this trip to Garden Grove
Smelled like lu-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party
Five dollars at the door
It's so real sometimes
Who wrote my rhymes?
I've got the microwave, I've got the VCR
I've 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, my darling
All that I can see, I'll steal
I fill up my garage
'Cause in my mind

Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found
Moo over, there's a reason why my soul's in sound

It's you
It's that shit stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bedsheet covered in sand
Sittin' through a shitty band
Gettin' dog shit on my hand
Gettin' hassled by the man
Wakin' up to an alarm
Stickin' needles in your arm
Pickin' up trash from the freeway
Leavin' the festival every day
Leavin' without makin' a sound
Workin' my dog in the dog 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

Woah, all these things I do
They're waiting for you
This is ma-ma-madness
Ma-ma-ma-madness
Ma-ma-ma-madness
Ma-ma-ma-madness