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