Unusual

Lyrics

[Chorus: Quadeca] Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me Said, ain't nothin' usual (No, yeah) I live in the studio I'm clockin' in, like I work in a cubicle, huh (Haha) The kid is unusual, uh My bitch is unusual, huh, yeah Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me Said, ain't nothin' usual (Nope, nope, nope, nope!) [Verse 1: Quadeca] Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me, uh I put that on whoever doubt me, uh I'm goin' manic, she callin' me Fousey But nothin' delusional 'bout me (Facts!) Sometimes, I talk 'bout my music, they tell me that I Need to cool it around me (For real, yeah, yeah, yeah) But look at my numbers, then look at your numbers, like Why you refusin' to count me? (H-oh shit!) I'm like, one, two, three, four, five She never wanted to pick up on my line (Huh?) I was too awkward, I acted like Einstein Tryna put together the pieces in my mind (Yeah) Too many hours on internet, fakin' my intellect In my bed, makin' a universe with my time, huh I'm livin' life auto-pilot 'Cause I'm so fly, and I'm not even tryin' (Huh? Hahaha) Ain't nothin' changed but the cosmetics Defense mechanism make 'em all jealous If they ain't gonna listen to me, huh (Who?) Guess they gonna listen to the Margielas (Huh?) I hope that when they listen, make it all better But that's a big ask, in some tall letters When I'm needin' them most, I know they gon' either go ghost And then switch up on they colors, like the fall weather (Ho-ho, yeah) Okay, back-back-back-back-back See me in the back of the class when I rap (Facts!) You be on the Snapchat-chat No filter, like the water on the tap-tap-tap, huh I've been movin' way too fast I'm just tryna make it last, yeah Tryna get my aimin' back Sorry that you came in last, yeah (Hold up, yeah) [Chorus: Quadeca] Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me Said, ain't nothin' usual, uh But can you blame me? I'm crazy, God already scheduled my funeral, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah) The kid is unusual My bitch is unusual, huh, yeah (Haha!) Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me Said, ain't nothin' usual [Verse 2: B. Lou] Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me (B. Lou! Huh?) Clear-Clear is the vision, expensive the mission (Ooh, ooh) I am not Kim, but I did the impossible (Pew-pew-pew!) Drop me the addy, that's where I'ma hit ( Huh?) I got the sticks, I'm sendin' the blizzards Just-Just like a blender, leave your ass mixed (Quadeca, what's going on?) Ain't nothin' usual, designer my fit I keep a .40 Glock, Kung-Fu kick (Slatt, slatt, bop!) B. Lou a diamond, was formed under pressure (Brr-ah!) Feel like olympic, I'm winning a medal (Uh, slatt!) Want me to fall, but a nigga won't let up Everythin' usual, hunnids my paper (B. Lou!) I got the check, 'cause you gotta pay me (Check) Run up the digits, add up the money (Add up, oh!) Bitches wanna love me, kick it like rugby (Huh?) I got the hunnids, count 'em in public (B. Lou!) [Verse 3: Quadeca] Yeah, I stay true to myself, uh Sayin' we gucci, better stay true to your belt Fuck all that shit, never knew how I felt Plaques all in gold, I got two on my shelf, uh Yeah, I'm seventeen How you forty-five tryna fuck in my mentions? Huh (Huh?) Bank got so many commas Shit's looking like a run-on sentence, yeah (Hahaha, hahaha) Ayy, huh That's some unusual shit, huh I mix designer with 2010 New Balance That's an unusual fit, huh (Uh-huh) Car got "QUADECA" all-caps on the plates Said that's an unusual whip, uh (It is) Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me, uh I'm an unusual kid, uh [Chorus: Quadeca] Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me Said, ain't nothin' usual, uh (Ain't nothing usual) I live in a studio I'm clockin' in like I work in a cubicle, uh The kid is unusual, uh My bitch is unusual, huh, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me Said, ain't nothin' usual, uh, yeah