So say goodbye and eat 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 Blind ain't 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 got a lot to discuss on the bus headed back where you're from So say goodbye and eat the road Pack it up and disappear You better have some place to go Cause you can't come back around here Good goodbye Goodbye, good rhythms 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 tenant windows Showing now 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 him Consequence when you ain't there for him Were you there for him? Did you care for him? You were dead wrong Cause you can't come back around here So say goodbye and eat 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 Yeah Let me say goodbye to my demons Let me say goodbye to my past life Let me say goodbye to the darkness Tell them that I'd rather be here in the starlight Tell them that I'd rather be here where they love me Tell them that I'm yours, this is our life And I still keep raising the bar like Never seen a young black brother in the charred wax Goodbye to the stereotypes, you can't tell my kings we can't Man and we're linking things in parts Now I got a tune with Linkin Park Like goodbye to my old hoes Goodbye to the pole roads, I can't die for my postcode Young lil' Mack from the Gold Coast And now I'm inside with my broke hoes So say goodbye and eat 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