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We took this trip to Garden GroveIt smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeahThis ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the doorIt gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhymeI got the microwave, got the VCRI got the deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeahIf you only knew all the love that I foundIt's hard to keep my soul on the groundYou're a fool, don't fuck around with my dogAll that I can see I steal, I fill up my garageCause in my mindMusic from Jamaica, all the love that I foundPull over there's a reason why my soul's unsoundIt's youIt's that shit stuck under my shoeIt's that smell inside the vanIt's my bed sheet covered with sandSitting through a shitty bandGetting dog shit on my handsGetting hassled by the manWaking up to an alarmSticking needles in your armLetras de cancionesPicking up trash on a freewayFeeling depressed everydayLeaving without making a soundPicking my dog up at the poundLiving in a tweaker padGetting yelled at by my dadSaying I'm happy when I'm notFinding roaches in the potAll these things I doThey're waiting for you From Letras Mania