[Chester Bennington]
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)

[Mike Shinoda]
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

[Chester Bennington]
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)

[Pusha T]
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 lineup, 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

[Chester Bennington]
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)

[Stormzy]
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 gotta 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

[Chester Bennington]
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)