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
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 M-m-madness
 M-m-madness
 M-m-madness
 
 M-m-madness
 Madness, madness
 M-m-madness
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 Madness, madness
 
 M-m-madness
 M-m-madness
 Madness, madness
 
 Madness, madness
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 Yeah