BC Trees - Josh Martinez: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

BC Trees

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Hip-Hop/Rap

BC Trees è stato pubblicato il 1 novembre 2003 da Camobear Records come parte dell'album Buck Up Princess

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumBuck Up Princess

Data di uscita1 novembre 2003

EtichettaCamobear Records

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM82

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Josh Martinez

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Matthew Kimber

Songwriter

Brian Higgins

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

MOVES

Producer

Testi

Hook:

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 my 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 appear to do whatever they please

Vancouver, BC, I like your big huge trees

Verse 1:

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 you're in the driver's seat, they want you to follow

And if you let them in, they'll feed on you until you're 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

Because you're not the one for me

Hook:

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

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 ya' 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

Every time 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

Chorus:

They say I'm just some hippy

Mama's what's wrong with me?

I never say stoked to trippy

But I do any drug they slip 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

See 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 appear to do whatever they please

Vancouver, BC, I love these huge big trees

Sample:

Like a hippie

Like a hippie from the 60's

Like a hippie

Like a hippie

Sucker tried to diss me

So I played him like a hippie from the 60's but I'm gonna get paid from the 90's

Kick a flavor

Written by: Brian Higgins, Matthew Kimber

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