So say goodbye and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have some place to go
Cause you cant come back around here
Good goodbye
Live from the rhythm, its
Something wild, venomous
Enemies trying to read me
Youre all looking highly illiterate
Blindly forgetting if Im in the mix
You wont find an equivalent
Ive been here killing it
Longer than youve 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 youre not the only one
Theres more than one of you
And you cant understand the fact
That its over and done, hope you had fun
Youve got a lot to discuss on the bus
Headed back where youre from
So say goodbye and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have some place to go
Cause you cant come back around here
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
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 hail date
Every night was like a hailstorm
Took her back to my tinted windows
Showin out, she in rare form
Wings up, now Im 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 aint 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 cant 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 Id rather be here in the starlight
Tell em that Id rather be here where they love me
Tell em that Im 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 cant tell my kings we cant
Mandem were linking tings in parks
Now I got a tune with Linkin Park
Like goodbye to my old hoe’s
Goodbye to the cold roads
I cant die for my postcode
Young little Mike from the Gold Coast
And now Im inside with my bro bros
Gang
So say goodbye and hit the road
Pack it up and disappear
You better have some place to go
Cause you cant come back around here
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye
Good goodbye