Winter - Goody Grace, Burna Boy

Ain’t nobody ever left my town

That’ll be the day I let 'em put me in the ground

Baby I’ll be gone with the winds of the Winter

All black shades on come I’m on some Bob Dylan

Heart broke at eighteen, still feelin' it

They tell me don’t you forget where you came from

But how could I forget?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh you think you boys are famous?

You just on some fake shit

Always doin' the same shit

All you girls are basic

I’m out in LA shit

But they don’t know all that shit

Catch me with the same clique

All it took was patience, yeah

Fuck a cigarette, roll up a Backwood (A Backwood)

And fuck the internet I’m from the backwoods (Backwoods)

Yeah, fuck a cigarette, roll up a blunt please

And fuck the internet I’m from the country

Ain’t nobody ever left my town

That’ll be the day I let 'em put me in the ground

Baby I’ll be gone with the winds of the Winter, yeah

Ridin' through the city on my own

Probably never gonna find a place to call home

But still I’ll be gone with the winds of the Winter

Yeah

Everyone’s in danger

Ridin' with the bangers

It’s crazy what we came from, hatred and anger

Niggas on the bad block

With a hunnid laptops

And a couple bank cards

Nigga that’s that scam art, that part

Young boys collectin' big ammounts

Wire it all to different accounts

Please don’t be offended by the way I’m actin' now

I might show up unannounced

'Cause it’s static with some niggas from the other side of town

I ain’t scared, I rock my jewelry everywhere (Everywhere)

I don’t give a fuck, I’m from the third world (Third world)

And fuck the internet, I’m really outside

So don’t you ever try to play about mine

Ain’t nobody ever left my town

That’ll be the day I let 'em put me in the ground

Baby I’ll be gone with the winds of the Winter, yeah

Ridin' through the city on my own

Probably never gonna find a place to call home

But still I’ll be gone with the winds of the Winter