Good Goodbye (feat. Stormzy) [Live]

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

Yeah, come on

Live from the rhythm that's something wild, venomous

Enemies tryin' to read me, you're all lookin' highly illiterate

Blindly forgettin' if I'm in the mix, you won't find an equivalent

I been here killin' it longer than you been alive, you idiot

And it makes you so mad

That somebody else could be steppin' in front of you

And it makes you so mad

That you're not the only one, there's more than one of you

You can't understand the fact that it's over and done

Hope you had fun

You got a lot do 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

Live from the genesis

Underlinin' for emphasis

There is no way to pretend

That we don't really know what the endin' is

Part of me thinkin'

That even that dressin' is bein' too generous

Do you really think that they'll notice

When you get removed from the premises?

And it makes you so mad

That somebody else could be steppin' in front of you

And it makes you so mad

That I won't give you the respect that the others do

And you can't understand

It was over before it's begun

Hope you had fun

You got a lot do 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

Let me say goodbye to my demons

Let me say goodbye to my barflies

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

Still keep raisin' the bar like

Never seen a young, black brother in the charts twice

Goodbye to the stereotypes

You can't tell my kings we can't

Mandem, we're linkin' tings in parks

Now I got a tune with LINKIN PARK

Like goodbye to my old hoes

Goodbye to the cold road

I can't die for my post code

Young black life from the Gold Coast

And now I'm inside with my bro-bros, gang

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