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

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wretch 32
Wretch 32
Vocals
Iyiola Babalola
Iyiola Babalola
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darren Lewis
Darren Lewis
Composer
Elliot Gleave
Elliot Gleave
Composer
I. Babalola
I. Babalola
Composer
Jermaine Scott
Jermaine Scott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Future Cut
Future Cut
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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 9]
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 10]
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
Written by: Darren Lewis, Elliot Gleave, I. Babalola, Ian Brown, Jermaine Scott, John Squire
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