Lyrics:
they being
Who they not they tryna toy, I'm being who I am
Jus an Unorthodox'd Boi, they got nothin to prove
Shit they settle for bull, BomberGang
together
Flip the switch
Pull the lever
The flames ignited, now I can't be stopped
Do what I want I'm so unorthodox
(Do what I want I'm so unorthodox)
I
the dynamics in this business
Yeah
I hear them following the flows
The lyrics, and the cadence, facts
They using the mirror, so flattering
Bad gal, unorthodox
Arrogant more cocky than a dirty diaper
That's a double entendre this ain't that mumbling genre
Barbarian my mental pen is unorthodox
No other voice
with no money
Push it to the top to get a drop na pot of gold
See no problems, hii ni unorthodox
Na only spend what you can afford
Hakuna pot of gold kwa
Thought we could be perfect but I guess I had imagined it
Sad as It really is blinded by your trashiness
Too unorthodox you didn't like my craftiness
I
the war for them
I'm tryna figure it out but it's unorthodox
Cold streets raised me and they keep calling
Mummy working nights, she'll be back in
strong it's the hate that be wack
Real Unorthodox drip can't find it at saks (Unorthodox)
Mr Geek top opp put the hood on his back (Geek! Geek!)
I throw up
all my doom and gloom.
Im naked to the truth, no rhyme no reason,
I tried to tell myself that you were scum,
Unorthodox approach to say I love you,
In
It's a nice place
Relax and escape
Open up your mind
Let it elevate
Think outside of the box
Be unorthodox
Don't rush the s***
You gonna get lost
Nehemiah's Angel, soul mate
Forcing the whole world to wait
Understand we both down to box
If it's UnOrthodox
X3
Just cut the table, sign GreenFace
Early
(woo)
But that is unorthodox, they say he unorthodox
His thoughts are his softest spot (yeah)
Never thought he'd be fighting off feeling exhausted from
clocks, unorthodox
Way of telling time, telling time won't go
(Telling time won't go)
(Any faster than you)
Can't communicate the way I'm feeling
Am I
Bitch you make what you make of it
My war, no line of fire no Malkovich
Shark Tank I own your team, no Mark Cuban
Unorthodox baby you can call me
Because you can say I'm a little bit out of the box
I've never drawn inside the lines
You could say I'm a little unorthodox
But I'd say my swag is ahead
on a limb
Don't trouble yourself that I care
Much for this roguish, tall, mysterious, oh so loving man
With such unorthodox ways, but if I'm in a haze
I'll
It's unorthodox to feel like this
It's unorthodox to feel like this
I have four legs and five arms and six eyes and ten brains and the same dreams
a stain, let it pop
We live life unorthodox
Hit a stain, let it pop
We live life unorthodox
Hoods on, lights out
Riding with my knife out
Big weight, light
to menaces finish them
We dark type
Fuck the light
I aint never chill since moms missed the pill
Unorthodox built to spill
You made me do the shit so now
at heavens shore,
Abandon your thoughts to the mighty.
Into the chapel of holyness, live for the
Sacred empire, engender the Enigma.
[The Unorthodox
strange face, 'cuz.
(CHORUS)
The way we do thangs
Is a little bit unorthodox
The way we do thangs
Make your motherfuckin' jaws drop
The way we do thangs
Is
Modern witch hunt
of unorthodox approach
Ignition of fire in a non-physical realm
The Enfolding smoke
Evolves into a catalyst
Spawning its legions
or a coupe deville
I'm just tryna turn a quarter to a half a mill
I just need the quarter first
I'm unorthodox I order dessert first
That's how I step in this
Have no fear
Unorthodox ways, unorthodox methods
Alone and afraid, different from others
All alone
She carries the strain, the future uncovers
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