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quadeca – unusual lyrics

[chorus 1: quadeca]
ain’t nothing usual ’bout me, said ain’t nothing usual (no)
i live in the studio, i’m clocking in like i work in a cubicle, huh (heheh)
the kid is unusual, uh, my b-tch is unusual, huh, yeah
ain’t nothing usual ’bout me, said ain’t nothing usual

[verse 1: quadeca]
ain’t nothing usual ’bout me, uh
i put that on whoever doubt me
i’m going manic, she calling me fousey
but nothing delusional ’bout me (facts!)
sometimes, i talk ’bout my music
they tell me that i need to cool it around me (for real)
but look at my numbers, then look at your numbers
like, why you refusin’ to count me? (h-oh sh-t!)
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
tryin’ to put together the pieces in my mind (yeah)
too many hours on internet, faking my intellect, in my bed
making a universe with my time, huh
i’m livin’ life auto-pilot, ’cause i’m so fly, and i’m not even tryin’ (huh?)
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 ([?])
okay, back-back-back-back-back
see me in the back of the cl-ss, when i rap (facts!)
you be on the snapchat-chat-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 aiming back
sorry that you came in last, yeah (hold up)

[chorus 2: quadeca]
ain’t nothing usual ’bout me (yeah), said, ain’t nothing usual, uh
but can you blame me? i’m crazy, god already scheduled my funeral (yeah, yeah)
the kid is unusual, my b-tch is unusual, huh (haha!), yeah
ain’t nothing usual ’bout me, said, ain’t nothing usual

[verse 2: b. lou]
(b. lou!) ain’t nothin’ usual ’bout me (huh?)
clear-clear as the vision ([?]), expensive the mission ([?])
i am not kim, but i did the impossible
drop me the addy, that’s where i’mma hit (huh?)
i got the sticks, i’m sendin’ up blizzards
just like a blender, leave your -ss mixed ([?])
ain’t nothing usual, designer my fit (slatt!)
i keep a .40, glock, counter (slatt!) full kick (bop!)
b. lou a diamond, was formed under pressure
(brrr…ah!) feel like olympic, i’m winning a medal ([?], slatt!)
want me to fall, but a n-gga won’t let up
everything usual, hunnids my paper (b. lou)
you got the check, ’cause you gotta pay me (check)
run up the digits, add up (add up) the money (oh!)
b-tches 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
saying, “we gucci”, better stay true to your belt
f-ck all that sh-t, never knew how i felt
plaques all in gold, i got two on my shelf, uh
yeah, i’m 17
how you 45 tryna’ f-ck in my mentions? huh (huh?)
bank got so many commas
sh-t’s looking like a run-on sentence, yeah
aye!
that’s some unusual sh-t, huh
i mix designer with 2010 new balance
that’s an unusual fit (huh?)
car got “quadeca” all-caps, on the plates
like that’s an unusual whip (it is)
ain’t nothing usual ’bout me, uh
i’m an unusual kid, uh

[chorus 3: quadeca]
ain’t nothing usual ’bout me, said ain’t nothing usual, uh (ain’t nothing usual)
i live in a studio, i’m clocking in like i work in a cubicle, uh
the kid is unusual (yeah), my b-tch is unusual, huh, yeah
ain’t nothing usual ’bout me, said ain’t nothing usual, yeah

- quadeca lyrics

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