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Wretch 32 ft. Example - 'Unorthodox' (Official Video)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Wretch 32
Wretch 32
Stimme und Gesang
Iyiola Babalola
Iyiola Babalola
Percussion/Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Darren Lewis
Darren Lewis
Komponist:in
Elliot Gleave
Elliot Gleave
Komponist:in
I. Babalola
I. Babalola
Komponist:in
Jermaine Scott
Jermaine Scott
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Future Cut
Future Cut
Produzent:in
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

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 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 Yeah, unorthodox I made the bar so I call the shots 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 Yeah, I got a good vibe I ain't trying to be bait with my 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 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 sounds sad but I'm happy But the only plans to stay scatty Yeah, unorthodox I made the bar so I take the shots 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 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 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 Unorthodox, we call our own shots
Writer(s): Ian George Brown, John Squire, Iyiola Babatunde Babalola, Darren Emilio Lewis, Elliot Gleave, Jermaine Sinclaire Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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