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• Artiste: Wretch 32
• Titre: Unorthodox
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[feat. Example] [Verse 1: Wretch 32] Yea, I got a good heart I was born on beat that's a good start I had a feeling I pushed past And now I feel like I'm the reason I should last And I move like my shit don't sink But I'm all in a trance no hit no assist This is all from the heart intro no script I'm just about writing it down So now I don't sleep man I miss those nights I take planes like trains I don't miss no flights I'm the type of guy that will have no life Just so I can shine like this gold life And that sounds sad but I'm happy And the only plans to stay scatty Yea unorthodox, I made the bar so I call the shots [Chorus: Example] We don't follow no crowd, they follow us Don't follow no sound it follows us Go sit in hell, look down that wishing well Unorthodox, we call our own shots [Verse 2: Wretch 32] Yea I got a good vibe I ain't trynna be bait with my hook lines I had a feeling I could fly Before I hopped on a plane or a new sky Yea I'm a good guy And if you heard otherwise it's a true lie I'm hype I don't do shy I bark up every tree and I do bite Syke I'm only playing We all got freedom of speech I'm only saying I ain't got time for beef I'm on the way in So the 8th day of the weeks my own lay in And that's sounds said but I'm happy But the only plans to stay scatty Yea unorthodox, I made the bar so I take the shots [Chorus:] We don't follow no crowd, they follow us Don't follow no sound it follows us Go sit in hell look down that wishing well Unorthodox we call our own shots No one can hold us down again No one will touch our crown again No one can hold us down again No one will touch our crown again [Chorus: x2] We don't follow no crowd, they follow us Don't follow no sound it follows us Go sit in hell, look down that wishing well Unorthodox, we call our own shots