Good Goodbye
[Chester Bennington]So say goodbye and hit the roadPack it up and disappearYou better have some place to go'Cause you can't come back around hereGood goodbye(Don't you come back no more)
[Mike Shinoda]Live from the rhythm, it'sSomething wild, venomousEnemies trying to read meYou're all looking highly illiterateBlindly forgetting if I'm in the mixYou won't find an equivalentI've been here killing itLonger than you've been alive, you idiotAnd it makes you so madSomebody else could be stepping in front of youAnd it makes you so mad that you're not the only oneThere's more than one of youAnd you can't understand the factThat it's over and done, hope you had funYou've got a lot to discuss on the busHeaded back where you're from
[Chester Bennington]So say goodbye and hit the roadPack it up and disappearYou better have some place to go'Cause you can't come back around hereGood goodbye(Don't you come back no more)
[Push T]Goodbye, good riddanceA period is after every sentenceDid my time with my cellmateMaxed out so now we finishedEvery day was like a hail dateEvery night was like a hailstormTook her back to my tinted windowsShowin' out, she in rare formWings up, now I'm airborneKing Push, they got a chair for himMake way for the new queenThe old lineup, where they cheer for 'emConsequence when you ain't there for himWere you there for him?Did you care for him?You were dead wrong
[Chester Bennington]So say goodbye and hit the roadPack it up and disappearYou better have some place to go'Cause you can't come back around hereGood goodbye(Don't you come back no more)
[Stormzy]Let me say goodbye to my demonsLet me say goodbye to my past lifeLet me say goodbye to the darknessTell 'em that I'd rather be here in the starlightTell 'em that I'd rather be here where they love meTell 'em that I'm yours this is our lifeAnd I still keep raising the bar likeNever seen a young black brother in the chart twiceGoodbye to the stereotypesYou can't tell my kings we can'tMandem we're linking tings in parksNow I gotta tune with Linkin ParkLike goodbye to my old hoe’sGoodbye to the cold roadsI can't die for my postcodeYoung little Mike from the Gold CoastAnd now I'm inside with my bro bro'sGang
[Chester Bennington]So say goodbye and hit the roadPack it up and disappearYou better have some place to go'Cause you can't come back around hereGood goodbye(Don't you come back no more)