|We took this trip to garden grove.
|It smelt like lou-dog inside the van.
|oh yea, This ain't no funky reggae party,
|$5 at the door.
|It gets so real sometimes,
|who wrote my rhyme?
|I've got the microwave, got the vcr.
|I got the duece duece in the trunk of my car.
|oh yea, If you only knew 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 dog.
|All that I can see I steal.
|I fill up my garage.
|cuz 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 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 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
|oh, all these things I do.. They're waiting for you
|Garbage Grove (demo)