Benjamin Rees - True North Lyrics

North livin
Worth givin
A swimming lesson to a kicking child
Chillin
Hidden from the weather
It might be mild to us
But you would freeze your gluteus
Maximus
True it is
Candidness
If you are livin up here than you might be a fan of this
Miraculous man
Trying to tie together a plan
Fly from Japan and you'll land
In Van city
Rarely a chimney in the city no more
Used to clean em back in 1950
Till pour
Jimmy fell in cause he was tipsy
And he might have been trying to have a quicky
That chick was pretty
Make your way over to Kelowna
The aroma is something a stoner might have made
Cannot change
Anything about this place
Smokanagan
If I left I would be thinking about it often
Got lots of rosin if you wanted
Rosin in my pockets
Pouring thoughts out like a faucet
Trying to make a profit

Cause we living in the true north
Twenty degrees colder than New York
Never knowing what its for
Froze more than the cold war

Trying to put together a sentence
That wont give me a sentence for life
Hope I wont be renting for life
The record deal is pending I might
Be quite different I try
To have my own
Lyrical flow
Spiritual ghost
Pinnacle chronic with visible snow
All around him it's cold
But hes already been froze
No one can stop him
His soul Is old
But nobody can slow his roll
Call him Benjamin
Sendin em messages
Teaching lessons in
The Weapons like your two fists
Dont look at me like I am stupid
True North makes me exclusive
Don't start with him he'll ruin
You and that is undisputed

Cause we living in the true north
Twenty degrees colder than New York
Never knowing what its for
Froze more than the cold war

Got ice cold fists when he grips
Dont look twice
Six slips to the brain and your dead
Drained in the shed
Out back in the sticks
Wake up instead
Got outside and he said
Where the hell's the address
But your in the north prairies
It's scary cause your 80
Miles from the closest population
Your chances have dropped greatly
If your making a vacation
Wake up early if you wanna leave
Don't be lazy
Even if he would have woken up in BC
Have fun trying to find him in that Country
No chance at all in fact your lucky
To find a junkie with money
Got a rusty
Spoon like someone from my past
Salads fingers
Long last
I can kick your ass
With the back end of my bat
And leave it splinters

Snowboard n weave through the trees
Before you can't see or sneeze
That gentle breeze
Making me feel at peace
I'm grateful that my knees
Are working clearly
That big white
Sick height
I lost sight
Of you when you were in flight
Shits hype
Got lots of pow
So much that I can't even see now
Your senile
And I doubt
That would ever allow
Myself to through in the towel
Its therapeutic
For a human to be in the trees
Help you loosen your movement
And give your mind ease
This is gonna be a breeze