Unorthodox (feat. Example) [Radio Edit]

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

I move like my **** don't sink

Got 'em all in a trance, no hypnosis

This is all from the heart, improv, no script

Yeah, I'm just about writin' 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 disco lights

And that sounds sad but I'm happy

And the only plan's 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

Don't sit in Hell, look down that wishing 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

I'm hype, I don't do shy

I bark up every tree, and I do bite

Sike, I'm only playin'

We all got freedom of speech, I'm only sayin'

I ain't got time for beef, I'm on the way in

So, the 8th day of the week's my own lay in

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

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 one will touch our crown again

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

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

Unorthodox, we call our own shots