[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
[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 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
[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
[Burna Boy] Yeah Everyone´s in danger Ridin´ with the pain 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 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
[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