GOOD GOODBYE FEAT.PUSHA T AND 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 more) 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 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 I'm airborne King push, they got a chair for him Make way for the new queen The old line up 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 hoe's 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 (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