Bc Trees by Josh Martinez
Bc Trees lyrics
This is a glimpse into my life and what I like and what
I do
When I�m not riding my bike I look out the window and
watch the view.
I live in a city in a rainforest next to ocean,
And the mountains look real big to this native Nova
Scotian.
Most of the time I write rhymes in the confines of my
bedroom.
I like chilling in this city, but most of all I like
its legroom.
I like how people here do whatever they please.
Vancouver, BC, I like them big huge trees�
Verse 1
Everyone can talk, I mean its not a crime
Secrets get told, some folks tell them all the time.
Like they couldn�t or wouldn�t try to test what they
could do,
With their thoughts if they ever stopped to think that
maybe it�s not all true.
All you ever hear is talk, talk, talk
Too scared to make a move and walk walk walk
The line like Johnny Cash and act shocked when you
find,
The way to get ahead is to come from behind.
I root root for the underdog but still gotta give
credit,
To those who know better but who still let it happen.
I don�t want to spread dirt and tell you things I don�t
mean,
I used to be real dirty but now I�ve gone clean.
I�m using my time well and burning the candle and it
will smell of Sandalwood paneling
it�s a good thing this vessel has good handling.
Otherwise, I�d be shipped to shore,
I�ve given all I got, but still they always want more.
And if your in the driver�s seat, they want you to
follow,
And if you let them in, they�ll feed on you until your
hollow.
Ring Ring the telephone, it�s always you calling,
Crying on the phone telling me how far you�ve fallen.
You call a lot, I want to know hey hey�
Why do you call my house everyday?
When I see you at a show, just go away.
Cause you�re not the one for me�
Chorus:
They say I�m just some hippy, mama�s what�s wrong with
me,
I never say stoked or trippy, but I do any drug they
slip me.
This is a glimpse into my life and what I like and what
I do
When I�m not riding my bike I look out the window and
watch the view.
I live in a city in a rainforest next to ocean,
And the mountains look real big to this native Nova
Scotian.
Most of the time I write rhymes in the confines of my
bedroom.
I like chilling in this city, but most of all I like
its legroom.
I like how people here do whatever they please.
Vancouver, BC, I like them big huge trees.
Verse 2
You know I won�t stop thinking. I can�t stop drinking.
I want a real woman not just some chick to put my dink
in.
In my room it�s high noon, and there�s a showdown at
sundown
I love the high I get from a gunfight but can�t stand
the comedown.
When you become a rapper you open up your life to
people,
Everytime I do a show, I show a little more shoulder
Hold the mic like a lighthouse, keeping watch over the
landscape,
Give my man an Ezra Pound, the 5th element is the
handshake
Goddammit I can�t stand it, too many folks so serious,
It�s simply too easy to have and be a comedian
And ride the median between raw and delirious,
Oh it�s Mr. Magic, he�s so mysteriuos.
Synonymous made muse, I�m contagious when I choose
To be deluding the authorities and their outrageous
views
I�m one of those whose paid his dues, but got a few
screws loose
I�ve made the best use of booze and bodily abuse
The boys meet to eat the breakfast at Bon�s Off
Broadway.
Another shot there buddy�Well yeah ok, why not?
A lot what I put in my body is shoddy and cheap,
But I can�t afford to eat that well and still have a
place to sleep.
I keep good company and hang with the totally insane,
I love living this lifestyle where nothing ever stays
the same.
With change comes the rains and everyone goes through
growing pains.
I want to do my laundry but I can�t remove the stains.
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