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This song is performed by Wretch 32, appears on the album Black And White (2011) and on the compilation Now That's What I Call Music! 79 (2011) and features Example.
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Wretch 32
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

Example
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

Wretch 32
Yeah, 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 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's sounds said but I'm happy
But the only plans to stay scatty
Yeah, unorthodox, I made the bar so I take the shots

Example
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

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