Good Goodbye (feat. Pusha T & Stormzy)

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 (Don't you come back, no no)

Live from the rhythm it's

Something wild, venomous

Enemies tryin' to read me you're all looking highly illiterate

Blind, they forgetting, if I'm in a 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

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

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

Hope you have fun

You 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

Goodbye, good riddance

The period is after every sentence

Did my time with my cell mate

Maxed out so now we finished

Everyday was like a hell day

Every night was like a hail storm

Took her back to my tinted window

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 lined up where they cheer for him

Consequence when you ain't there for him

Were you there for him?

Did you care for him?

You were dead wrong (Don't you come back, no no)

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, lemme say goodbye to my demons

Lemme 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 all life

And I still keep raisin' 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 things in parks

Now I gotta tune with Linkin Park

Like goodbye to my old hoes

Goodbye to the cold roads

I can't die for my post code

Young little mac from the Gold Coast

And now I'm inside with my bro bro's, gang

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