paroles de chanson BC Trees - Josh Martinez
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
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