[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 bitch 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 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 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 class, 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 bitch 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 ass 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 nigga 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!) 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 Saying, "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 17 How you 45 tryna' fuck in my mentions? Huh (Huh?) Bank got so many commas Shit's looking like a run-on sentence, yeah Aye! That's some unusual shit, 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 bitch is unusual, huh, yeah Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, said ain't nothing usual, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
