[Intro]

(They come now, you see them?

Yep both of the crews, I told y'all

They look like they gon' fight)

(Gon' cry man)

[Verse]

We took a trip to Garden Grove

Smelt like Lou inside the van, oh yeah

This ain't no funky reggae party, five dollars at the door

It gets so real sometime, 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've found

It's hard to keep my soul on the ground

You're a fool, don't fuck around with my god

All that I can see I steal

My folks don't understand that in my mind

Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've 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 in sand, sitting through a shitty band

Getting dog shit on my hands, getting hasseled by the man

Waking up to an alarm, sticking needles in your arm

Pickin' up trash on the freeway, feeling depressed everyday

Leaving without making a sound, picking 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

Ooh, all these things I do, (Shut up) they're waiting for you