Wretch 32

Example & Wretch 32 - Unorthodox lyrics

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Unorthodox is a single from Tottenham-born rapper Wretch 32 that will appear on his upcoming debut album. The song features vocals from rapper Example and samples Manchester-born band The Stone Roses’ 1989 hit “Fools Gold” which appears on their studio album Turns into Stone.

Song Information
The track was produced and co-written by British production team Future Cut (Lily Allen, Professor Green, Devlin).
“Unorthodox” was selected as the Weekend Anthem of BBC Radio 1 by Jo Whiley for 26–27 March 2011 and currently sits on the A Playlist - the second consecutive single from Wretch 32 to achieve this

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 in pro no script
i’m just about writing it down
so now I don’t sleep man I miss those nights
I take plane 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 this gold life
and that sounds sad but i’m happy
and the only plans to stay gatty
yea unorthodox I raised the bar so i call 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
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 im 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 layin
and that’s sounds said but i’m happy
but the only plans to stay gatty
yea unorthodox I raise 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
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
X2
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Publisher: Ministry of Sound

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Released in: 2011

Language: English

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