Letra de 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 doorIt 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 yeahIf 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 unsoundIt'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 manWakin' 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 poundLivin' 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 YeahM-m-madness M-m-madness M-m-madness M-m-madness M-m-madness Madness, madnessM-m-madness Madness, madness M-m-madness M-m-madness Madness, madness Madness, madnessYeah