WHo doesn’t like a little existentialism with their purp laced afro-trap? WundaB delivers a superb cut on For The WInter, an introspective tirade that even the king himself Kid Cudi would be proud of over one of the slickest trap beats we’ve seen out of Nigerian producers in a while. That becomes twice as impressive when you realise WundaB actually mastered and produced the song himself.

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(Lyrics)
Fix my eyes on the ceiling
What’s wrong with my feelings? Anxiety creeping.
I’m gone off the deep end. My words have no meaning
Might die with my secrets. They spy when I’m speaking
You guys don’t believe me (x2)

Verse:
I remember when my money was the only thing lower than my self esteem
When a nigga did anything just to help me live all my selfish dreams
Lord help me please. I aint tryna be where the devil be
Im thirsty for the money and the fame. Its a muthafucking shame
But I think I wanna be a new celebrity
Mehn these niggas is not my brothers
So I’m waiting till they show their true colors
See its all black and white. The truth is they lie
I keep it low-key but Im usually high
I don’t socialize. I don’t know these guys
Imma burn the blunt till they roaches tonight
And I ain’t even playing dawg Im coaching tonight
As I see this fly thang approaching me right right

Hook:
I want you to come through
So I could tell you things like I love you
But then you realize by the time we’re through
That I was telling lies but thats nothing new (with the winter)

Chorus:
I’ll be gone for the winter
Gone for the winter (x2)
Smoking strong with my niggas
That strong finna kill us.
Im gone for the winter
I got songs to deliver (x2)
Im gone for the winter
I got songs to deliver
I’ll be gone for the winter (gone for the winter)

Verse:
ohhh wow
I think you need to cool down
You really need to cool down
You’re acting like a fool now

Its that new feni nigga who this?
Imma turn your dream girl to my new chick
You know me nigga keep it cool as shit
So please don’t hit my line with the foolishness
Niggas wanna ask me bout my movements bitch
But I be steady focused on this music shit
Faridah, Khadija, Anita, Hadiza,
I know that I want ya
I think that I need ya
Niggas wanna ask me bout my movements bitch
But I be steady focused on this music shit

Hook

Chorus

Amazing production

Fix my eyes on the ceiling
What’s wrong with my feelings? Anxiety creeping.
I’m gone off the deep end. My words have no meaning
I’ll die with my secrets. They spy when I’m speaking
You guys don’t believe me (x2)