Unorthodox (Oliver Schories Remix)-Sivesgaard

Unorthodox (Oliver Schories Remix)

歌手:Sivesgaard

时间:2013-03-15

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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 **** 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 happyAnd 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

Go sit in hell, look down that wishing well

Unorthodox, we call our own shots

Yeah, I got a good vibe

I ain't trying to 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 biteSyke

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 sounds sad but

I'm happyBut the only plans to stay scatty

Yeah, unorthodox

I made the bar so

I take the 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

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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