Garden Grove from Acoustic Heart by Willy Hop

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 V.C.R.
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 mess 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 gum stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sittin' through a shifty band
Gettin' dog spit on my hands
Gettin' hassled by the man
Wakin' up to an alarm
Drawin' beatles on your arm
Pickin' up trash on a freeway
Feelin' the pressure every day
Leavin' without makin' a sound
Pickin' my dog up by 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
They're waiting for you

• Acoustic
• acoustic funk
• contemporary
• singer-songwriter
• Nashville