Example Unorthodox (Radio Edit) [feat. Example]

Unorthodox (Radio Edit) [feat. Example]

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Lyrics




Wretch-o boy
You know we make examples
Yeah history's bruised
This is a future cut
Yeah, I got a good heart
I was born on beat, that's a good start
I had a feeling I'd push past
And now I feel like I'm the reason I should last
I move like my ish don't stink
Got 'em all in a trance, no hypnosis
This is all from the heart, impro, no script
Yeah, 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 would have no life
Just so I can shine like disco lights
And that sounds sad but I'm happy
And the only plan's to stay skatty
Yeah, unorthodox
I made the bar so why call the shots?
We don't follow no crowd
They follow us
Don't follow no sound
It follows us
Don't sit in hell
Look down that wishing well
Unorthodox
We call our own shots
Yeah, I got a good vibe
I ain't tryna be bait with my hook lines
I had a feeling I could fly
Before I hopped on a plane or a new sky
Yeah, I'm a good guy
And if you heard I were wise, it's a true lie
I'm hype, I don't do shite
I bark up every tree and I do bite
Psyche, 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 week's my only lay in
That sounds sad but I'm happy
And the only plan's to stay skatty
Yeah, unorthodox
I made the bar so why call the shots?
We don't follow no crowd
They follow us
Don't follow no sound
It follows us
Don't 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
We don't follow no crowd
They follow us
Don't follow no sound
It follows us
Don't sit in hell
Look down that wishing well
Unorthodox
We call our own shots
We don't follow no crowd
They follow us
Don't follow no sound
It follows us
Don't 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
Unorthodox
We call our own shots


Writer(s): Ian George Brown, John Squire, Iyiola Babatunde Babalola, Darren Emilio Lewis, Elliot Gleave, Jermaine Sinclaire Scott Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Pgm Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Seeker Full English, Imagem London Limited, Seeker From The Speaker Music, Concord Copyrights London Limited
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