Whyte Mtn. - Classic Storytelling Lyrics

May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit here day after day after day
In this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar?
Have you ever thought about that?
What are you doing for the world or for other people?
Day after day, hour after hour, night after night

Shut the fuck up, I'm under enough pressure
I could really do without another lecture
Discreetly strategizing what I can't measure
It's faith in this compass that will lead me to treasure
You flipping birds, I'm flipping Merriam-Webster
Tapping plenty of putty tat like Sylvester
Oh you the shit homie? Imma fucking air freshener
Live life beyond the frame for moments you can't capture
Bachelor with a Bachelor's
But I'm just not sure
If there's anything out there for me that I care for
More than music
Ugh, it's therapeutic
Ha, it's good for the soul like chunky chicken noodle soup
And with many rap up-and comers, it seems like low hanging fruit
You monkeys peeling bananas, I got a cornucopia
Forever twist a W for my city, Portlandia
That's what exactly what I'm gonna do
If my dream takes flight, then I'm 'bout to land this W
On the runaway strip
This a one-way trip
Put my heart in it
You obey the script
Watch it cuz vipers and pythons all constrict
But immune to venom, I just let 'em die off quick
Ugh!
Truth is, I'd rather confront any number of pricks
Than have to absolve even one of my countless regrets
My infidelilty is high on my list
Lost my bride-to-be from exchanging a couple pics
Nothing physical, nothing was even guaranteed
As irony has it, neither was it for you and me
I still have the pillow cover and picture frame you gave me
Never one to call for help, but you still wouldn't save me
Sorry if I'm farfetched, chasing dreams I can't catch
But my message is precious and needs to be dispatched
One time for those who don't care to listen to it
Choke a chode and gulp d-d-d-down the fluids
Sip Lipton, even food stamps couldn't curb the shoplifting
From mixing to shipment, ya bitches
If in your eyes, you see a failure
Then my life forward is to tell ya
I did it
Yeah, I fucking did it
The boy you once knew is only a fraction
Of the man who stands before you, now pursuing his passion
I'll overcome poverty, not just in terms of property
But in terms of feeling like I owe myself an apology
Still got real estate to buy
In a realer state of mind
I'm dead if I comply
Odds defied, I'm alive
I can't say money ain't a motivator
But you can't say nothing after I put in the labor
West!