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(Unorthodox feat. Example) [Intro] Wretchroboy You know me make examples We're history's booth This is a future cut [Verse 1] Yeah I gotta good heart I born on beat that's a good start I had a feeling I'll pass push pass So now I feel like I'm the reason I should last I move like my ish don't stink Gotta 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 Take planes like trains I don't miss no flights I'm the type of guy that would have no life Just so I could shine like disco lights And I sound sad but I'm happy And the only plans to stay scatty Unorthodox I make the bar so I call the shots Letras de canciones[Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Yeah I gotta good vibe I ain't trying to be bait with my hook lines I had a feeling could fly Before I hopped on a plane or I knew sky Yeah I'm a good guy and if you heard otherwise its a true lie I'm hype I don't do shy I bark up every tree and I do bite (hahaha) Yeah 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 only lay in And I sound sad but I'm happy And the only plans to stay scatty Unorthodox I make the bar so I call the shots [Chorus 2] 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 [Bridge] No one can hold us down again No one will touch our crown again No one can hold us down again (no way) No one will touch our crown again [Outro] We don't follow no crowd (no way) 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 (no way) No one will touch our crown again From Letras Mania