paroles de chanson Unorthodox - Pure Adrenalin

Retro boy
You know we make examples
Your history's loose
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 pushed past
And now I feel like I'm the reason I should last
And I move like my ish don't stink
But I'm all in a trance, no hit, no assist
This is all from the heart, improv, no script
I'm just about writing it down
So now I don't sleep, man, I miss those nights
I take planes, no trains, I don't miss no flights
I'm the type of guy that will have no life
Just so I can shine like disco knife

And that sounds sad, but I'm happy
And the only plan's to stay yatty
Yeah, unorthodox
I raised the bar, so I call the shots

We don't follow no crowd (Ha-ha)
They follow us (Uh)
Don't follow no sound (Uh-uh)
It follows us
You're sick in hell (Yeah)
Look down that wishing well (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 otherwise, it's a true lie (Ha-ha)
I'm hot, I don't do shy
I bark up every tree and I do bite (Ha-ha-ha)
Sike, 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 eighth day of the week's my only lay in

And that sounds sad, but I'm happy
And the only plan's to stay yatty
Yeah, unorthodox
I raised the bar, so I call the shots

We don't follow no crowd (Ha-ha)
They follow us (Uh)
Don't follow no sound (Uh-uh)
It follows us
You're sick in hell (Yeah)
Look down that wishing well (Well)
Unorthodox
We call our own shots

No one can hold us down again (No one)
No one will touch our crown again (No one)
No one can hold us down again (No way)
No one will touch our crown again

We don't follow no crowd
They follow us
Don't follow no sound (Ha-ha)
It follows us (Uh)
You're sick in hell (Uh-uh)
Look down that wishing well
Unorthodox (Yeah)
We call our own shots (Well)
We don't follow no crowd (Ha-ha)
They follow us (Uh)
Don't follow no sound (Uh-uh)
It follows us
You're sick in hell (Yeah)
Look down that wishing well (Well)
Unorthodox
We call our own shots