Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Some Things, artist - Borialis. Album song What You Thought You Heard, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Some Things |
| I’m still hearin' these savages that keep copycatin' |
| Biters hangin' off the back of the bandwagon |
| «Let's all pile on and write the same soundin' song |
| So in a year from now our careers will be gone» |
| But I’ll move on, I’ll write on, I’ll still keep on evolvin' |
| I’ll be startin' problems just so I can solve them |
| I break shit, outta hatred, then try to fix it |
| This play of opposites be drivin' most people ballistic |
| I can’t hang with a man that can’t stand at all |
| So like Pink Floyd, I’m forced to build a wall |
| I try to explain to my fam the best that I can |
| But that’s the way I am, this man is hard to understand |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things that I can’t explain |
| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things that I can’t explain |
| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |
| I often ignore when people talk, sure I look lost |
| It’s only because I’m turned off and bored of your thoughts |
| My fault, my flaw, boss, it’s not yours |
| I just wanna think of somethin' no one’s thought of before |
| And when I sell myself, I’ll be spreadin' the wealth |
| So ain’t no way I’ll let my label keep my shit on the shelf |
| There’s hardcore artists needin' help with the bills |
| While that kid with little skill, he got a house in the hill, but still |
| There’s real cats that are willin' to steal, willin' to kill |
| That will shed blood for a meal |
| And I’m hungry as hell, feel like I’m dwellin' in a cell without bail |
| My country jail is just a self-made shell |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things that I can’t explain |
| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things that I can’t explain |
| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |
| I never thought that I was better than y’all |
| Lesser than y’all, or any more clever than y’all |
| I just sat up in my room, on the floor, starin' at the walls |
| Come to think about it, I really didn’t do much at all |
| But that noise never stopped, always made my head bop |
| You know it was, is, and always will be all I got |
| Call it what you want it, but the shit’s not Pop |
| 'Cause famous or not, I’m rockin' 'til the day that I drop |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things that I can’t explain |
| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things that I can’t explain |
| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things that I can’t explain |
| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things I can’t explain |
| Some things that I can’t explain |
| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |