| Yeah, I got a good heart
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| I was born on beat, that’s a good start
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| I had a feeling I pushed past
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| And now I feel like I’m the reason I should last
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| And I move like my shit don’t sink
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| But I’m all in a trance, no hit, no assist
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| This is all from the heart, intro, no script
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| I’m just about writing it down
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| So now I don’t sleep, man, I miss those nights
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| I take planes like trains, I don’t miss no flights
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| I’m the type of guy that will have no life
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| Just so I can shine like this gold life
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| And that sounds sad but I’m happy
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| And the only plans to stay scatty
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| Yeah, unorthodox
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| I made the bar so I call the shots
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| We don’t follow no crowd, they follow us
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| Don’t follow no sound, it follows us
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| Go sit in hell, look down that wishing well
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| Unorthodox, we call our own shots
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| Yeah, I got a good vibe
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| I ain’t trying to be bait with my hook lines
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| I had a feeling I could fly
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| Before I hopped on a plane or a new sky
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| Yeah, I’m a good guy
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| And if you heard otherwise, it’s a true lie
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| I’m hype I don’t do shy
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| I bark up every tree and I do bite
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| Syke I’m only playing
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| We all got freedom of speech, I’m only saying
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| I ain’t got time for beef, I’m on the way in
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| So the 8th day of the weeks my own lay in
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| And that sounds sad but I’m happy
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| But the only plans to stay scatty
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| Yeah, unorthodox
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| I made the bar so I take the shots
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| We don’t follow no crowd, they follow us
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| Don’t follow no sound, it follows us
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| Go sit in hell, look down that wishing well
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| Unorthodox, we call our own shots
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| No one can hold us down again
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| No one will touch our crown again
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| No one can hold us down again
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| No one will touch our crown again
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| We don’t follow no crowd, they follow us
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| Don’t follow no sound, it follows us
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| Go sit in hell, look down that wishing well
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| Unorthodox, we call our own shots
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| We don’t follow no crowd, they follow us
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| Don’t follow no sound, it follows us
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| Go sit in hell, look down that wishing well
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| Unorthodox, we call our own shots |