Goody Grace ● Winter

[Intro: Goody Grace]
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

[Verse 1: Goody Grace]
All black shades on 'cause I'm on some Bob Dylan shit
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[Intro: Goody Grace]
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

[Verse 1: Goody Grace]
All black shades on 'cause I'm on some Bob Dylan shit
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 ain't on no LA 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

[Chorus: Goody Grace]

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

[Verse 2: Burna Boy]
Yeah
Everyone's in danger
Ridin' with the bangers
It's crazy what we came from, hatred and anger
Niggas on the back block
With a hunnid laptops
And a couple bank cards
Nigga that's that scam art, that part
Young boys collectin' big amounts
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

[Chorus: Goody Grace]

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

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