So say goodbye
and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have
some place to go
'cause you can't come
back around here
Good goodbye
Live from the rhythm it's
something wild venomous
Enemies trying to read me
You're all looking
highly illiterate
Blindly forgetting
if I'm in the mix
you won't find an equivalent
I've been here killing it
longer than you've been alive
you idiot
And it makes you so mad
somebody else could be
stepping in front of you
And it makes you so mad
that you're not the only one
there's more than one of you
And you can't understand
the fact that it's over and done
Hope you had fun
You've got a lot to discuss
on the bus headed back
where you're from
So say goodbye
and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have
some place to go
'cause you can't come
back around here
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Woo
Goodbye good riddance
A period is after
every sentence
Did my time
with my cellmate
Maxed out
so now we finished
Every day
was like a hell day
Every night
was like a hailstorm
Took her back
to my tinted windows
Showin' out
she in rare form
Wings up
now I'm airborne
King Push
they got a chair for him
Make way for the new queen
The old lineup
where they cheer for 'em
Consequence
when you ain't there for him
Were you there for him
Did you care for him
You were dead wrong
So say goodbye
and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have
some place to go
'cause you can't come
back around here
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Yo
Let me say goodbye
to my demons
Let me say goodbye
to my past life
Let me say goodbye
to the darkness
Tell 'em that
I'd rather be here
in the starlight
Tell 'em that
I'd rather be here
where they love me
Tell 'em that I'm yours
this is our life
And I still keep
raising the bar like
Never seen a
young black brother
in the chart twice
Goodbye to the stereotypes
You can't tell my kings
we can't
Mandem we're
linking tings in parks
Now I got a tune
with Linkin Park
Like goodbye to my old hoes
Goodbye to the cold roads
I can't die for my postcode
Young little Mike
from the Gold Coast
and now I'm inside
with my bro bro's
Gang
Pack it up and disappear
You better have
some place to go
'cause you can't come
back around here
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye