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[here they come now, you see that?
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yep both of the crews
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they look they gonna fight]
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We took this trip to garden grove
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It smelt like Lou in the van, oh yah
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This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door
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It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
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I got the microwave got the VCR
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I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yah
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If you only knew that all the love that I found
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It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
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Your a fool, don't fuck around with my God
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All I can see I steal
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My folks don't understand
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But my mind music from Jamaica
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All the love that I found,
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pull over there's a reason why my soul is unsound
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It's you it's that shit stuck under my shoe
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It's that smell inside the van
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It's my bed sheet covered with sand
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Sitting through a shitty band
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Getting dog shit on my hands
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Getting hassled by the man
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Waking up to an alarm
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Sticking needles in your arm
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Picking up trash on the freeway
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Feeling depressed every day
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Leaving without making a sound
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Pickin up my dog at the pound
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Livin in a tweaker pad
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Getting yelled at by my dad
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Acting happy when I'm not
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Finding roaches in the pot
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All these things I do, They're waiting for you.
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Garbage Grove
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| Sublime |
