This Is Something Lyrics
| Song | This Is Something |
| Artist | Ajith |
| Artist | Sumathi Shekar |
| Artist | Haston Rodriguez |
| Album | Tales of Vagabonding with the Soul |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ajith Kumar DK | |
| 作曲 : Kallol Ghosh | |
| Our hero isn't pleased with the way the events unfolded | |
| A bump is what I would've called it | |
| The end is what he called it | |
| Confused as to why someone weaker was chosen over him | |
| the superior one | |
| Then like a slow burning candle it lit | |
| This is something you need to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the probable future you scared of that | |
| if square circle suit ya you suck on that | |
| future not crystal clear yet back up back | |
| The year is 2005, young boy eight grade bumping Eminem, | |
| 50, Dre hottest trio to thrive | |
| So he scribbled scrabbles on papers, shitty lyrics clamor on vapors | |
| cameras croppping face cuts is what he thought the game was | |
| Never touched a bottle or a leaf for relief | |
| now he bragging bout the bitches and the ballers and the bros | |
| little was known about the figment of the forest that unfolds | |
| lay a verse, lay a hook on a beat and that is all it took | |
| then watch the green brocolli, bush bank in | |
| push back. relax and sanguine | |
| Epiphany bitch is slowly stiffin me | |
| lying waste on a wall of bricks. caution | |
| cannot go through all of this | |
| that to damn with no assist | |
| like an 80s horror flick he chose to cross the orifice | |
| M night shit | |
| what a twist | |
| Now he screaming bloody murder murder murder | |
| pinning his faith on somebody he never heard of | |
| sliding silent slow and close through this asphalt jungle | |
| bubble bursts his seventh heaven i tell him | |
| live once or nine times go rot you pussy | |
| This is something you need to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the probable future you scared of that | |
| if square circle suit ya you suck on that | |
| future not crystal clear yet back up back | |
| Shuffle the veil away up and upward the frame | |
| the painting is fading aint it supposed to stay the same | |
| shit this aint a fresco | |
| what will it be? | |
| Rip the ID from the uniform follow the dresscode | |
| (follow the dresscode) | |
| This aint a dream wash the eyes gecko | |
| Do let go of your past, present, press play upon my presto | |
| kid's belly feelin yellow | |
| lost inthe flow of time | |
| like salvadordali | |
| Man I don't know prolly | |
| Crash, burn, kamikaze | |
| mad and curl screaming sorry | |
| haven't heard of reaching one he | |
| laugh absurd but it aint funny | |
| lie back relax stare at kerala sky | |
| high on a reef of green | |
| Dubai Burj Khalifa scene | |
| He's blind in the past time paradise | |
| high and trying liars pair of dice | |
| play new game two faced and drunk | |
| chances are scarce more like nay to none | |
| and still if you feeling frisky babe brace this gun | |
| **** this duet ooh and lets dance Russian roulette. | |
| I'm inside your head slow and steady | |
| the smoky snail that trails a caustic frosting in your cranium | |
| Is it a chance or cheat | |
| why you afraid of em | |
| why you afraid of em | |
| This was something that you had to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the past was fast, the present a prison, | |
| the probable, probable, probable | |
| This was something that you had to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the past was fast, the present a prison, | |
| the probable, probable, probable | |
| puzzled and confused about everything he knew | |
| "This is the beginning of my dormancy"is what he said | |
| But what did he do after he stood on a stool with a noose around his head | |
| zuo ci : Ajith Kumar DK | |
| zuo qu : Kallol Ghosh | |
| Our hero isn' t pleased with the way the events unfolded | |
| A bump is what I would' ve called it | |
| The end is what he called it | |
| Confused as to why someone weaker was chosen over him | |
| the superior one | |
| Then like a slow burning candle it lit | |
| This is something you need to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the probable future you scared of that | |
| if square circle suit ya you suck on that | |
| future not crystal clear yet back up back | |
| The year is 2005, young boy eight grade bumping Eminem, | |
| 50, Dre hottest trio to thrive | |
| So he scribbled scrabbles on papers, shitty lyrics clamor on vapors | |
| cameras croppping face cuts is what he thought the game was | |
| Never touched a bottle or a leaf for relief | |
| now he bragging bout the bitches and the ballers and the bros | |
| little was known about the figment of the forest that unfolds | |
| lay a verse, lay a hook on a beat and that is all it took | |
| then watch the green brocolli, bush bank in | |
| push back. relax and sanguine | |
| Epiphany bitch is slowly stiffin me | |
| lying waste on a wall of bricks. caution | |
| cannot go through all of this | |
| that to damn with no assist | |
| like an 80s horror flick he chose to cross the orifice | |
| M night shit | |
| what a twist | |
| Now he screaming bloody murder murder murder | |
| pinning his faith on somebody he never heard of | |
| sliding silent slow and close through this asphalt jungle | |
| bubble bursts his seventh heaven i tell him | |
| live once or nine times go rot you pussy | |
| This is something you need to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the probable future you scared of that | |
| if square circle suit ya you suck on that | |
| future not crystal clear yet back up back | |
| Shuffle the veil away up and upward the frame | |
| the painting is fading aint it supposed to stay the same | |
| shit this aint a fresco | |
| what will it be? | |
| Rip the ID from the uniform follow the dresscode | |
| follow the dresscode | |
| This aint a dream wash the eyes gecko | |
| Do let go of your past, present, press play upon my presto | |
| kid' s belly feelin yellow | |
| lost inthe flow of time | |
| like salvadordali | |
| Man I don' t know prolly | |
| Crash, burn, kamikaze | |
| mad and curl screaming sorry | |
| haven' t heard of reaching one he | |
| laugh absurd but it aint funny | |
| lie back relax stare at kerala sky | |
| high on a reef of green | |
| Dubai Burj Khalifa scene | |
| He' s blind in the past time paradise | |
| high and trying liars pair of dice | |
| play new game two faced and drunk | |
| chances are scarce more like nay to none | |
| and still if you feeling frisky babe brace this gun | |
| this duet ooh and lets dance Russian roulette. | |
| I' m inside your head slow and steady | |
| the smoky snail that trails a caustic frosting in your cranium | |
| Is it a chance or cheat | |
| why you afraid of em | |
| why you afraid of em | |
| This was something that you had to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the past was fast, the present a prison, | |
| the probable, probable, probable | |
| This was something that you had to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the past was fast, the present a prison, | |
| the probable, probable, probable | |
| puzzled and confused about everything he knew | |
| " This is the beginning of my dormancy" is what he said | |
| But what did he do after he stood on a stool with a noose around his head | |
| zuò cí : Ajith Kumar DK | |
| zuò qǔ : Kallol Ghosh | |
| Our hero isn' t pleased with the way the events unfolded | |
| A bump is what I would' ve called it | |
| The end is what he called it | |
| Confused as to why someone weaker was chosen over him | |
| the superior one | |
| Then like a slow burning candle it lit | |
| This is something you need to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the probable future you scared of that | |
| if square circle suit ya you suck on that | |
| future not crystal clear yet back up back | |
| The year is 2005, young boy eight grade bumping Eminem, | |
| 50, Dre hottest trio to thrive | |
| So he scribbled scrabbles on papers, shitty lyrics clamor on vapors | |
| cameras croppping face cuts is what he thought the game was | |
| Never touched a bottle or a leaf for relief | |
| now he bragging bout the bitches and the ballers and the bros | |
| little was known about the figment of the forest that unfolds | |
| lay a verse, lay a hook on a beat and that is all it took | |
| then watch the green brocolli, bush bank in | |
| push back. relax and sanguine | |
| Epiphany bitch is slowly stiffin me | |
| lying waste on a wall of bricks. caution | |
| cannot go through all of this | |
| that to damn with no assist | |
| like an 80s horror flick he chose to cross the orifice | |
| M night shit | |
| what a twist | |
| Now he screaming bloody murder murder murder | |
| pinning his faith on somebody he never heard of | |
| sliding silent slow and close through this asphalt jungle | |
| bubble bursts his seventh heaven i tell him | |
| live once or nine times go rot you pussy | |
| This is something you need to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the probable future you scared of that | |
| if square circle suit ya you suck on that | |
| future not crystal clear yet back up back | |
| Shuffle the veil away up and upward the frame | |
| the painting is fading aint it supposed to stay the same | |
| shit this aint a fresco | |
| what will it be? | |
| Rip the ID from the uniform follow the dresscode | |
| follow the dresscode | |
| This aint a dream wash the eyes gecko | |
| Do let go of your past, present, press play upon my presto | |
| kid' s belly feelin yellow | |
| lost inthe flow of time | |
| like salvadordali | |
| Man I don' t know prolly | |
| Crash, burn, kamikaze | |
| mad and curl screaming sorry | |
| haven' t heard of reaching one he | |
| laugh absurd but it aint funny | |
| lie back relax stare at kerala sky | |
| high on a reef of green | |
| Dubai Burj Khalifa scene | |
| He' s blind in the past time paradise | |
| high and trying liars pair of dice | |
| play new game two faced and drunk | |
| chances are scarce more like nay to none | |
| and still if you feeling frisky babe brace this gun | |
| this duet ooh and lets dance Russian roulette. | |
| I' m inside your head slow and steady | |
| the smoky snail that trails a caustic frosting in your cranium | |
| Is it a chance or cheat | |
| why you afraid of em | |
| why you afraid of em | |
| This was something that you had to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the past was fast, the present a prison, | |
| the probable, probable, probable | |
| This was something that you had to think through | |
| the past, present, the probable, probable, probable | |
| the past was fast, the present a prison, | |
| the probable, probable, probable | |
| puzzled and confused about everything he knew | |
| " This is the beginning of my dormancy" is what he said | |
| But what did he do after he stood on a stool with a noose around his head | |
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