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 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 f k 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 s t 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 s t on my hands
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up at the pound
Living in a tweaker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Saying I'm happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
Ohhhhh
All these things I do
They're waiting for you.
Thanks for singing!
R.I.P. Bradley Nowell
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