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 rain forest 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 Everyone can talk, I mean it's 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 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 rain forest 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 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 mysterious, 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, okay, 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