Lyric Fallin

[Featuring Teenage Fanclub]
Intro
Travellinnnnnnnnnnnnnn at the speeeeeeeed...of thought...
Verse 1
Hey yo kids! (What s up!)
Remember when I used to be dope? (Yeah...)
I owned a pocketful of fame...
(But look what you re doin now!)
I know well I know
I lost touch with reality now my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (believe it!)
Can t believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mic
Six million ways I used to run it
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad
Cos I got loose circuits (so loose, sigga-sigga so loose...)
I be the Mother Goose with the eggs
That seem to be...
[Fallin ...]
Chorus
You played yourself x4
Verse 2
A-yo, pack my bags cos I m outta here
Mama don t love me and my mama don t care
Read the papers the headlines say
"Washed up Rapper Got Some [Buck-kawk!]"
Lingo s busted while the guitar sways
B-side copy for the radio plays for somethin
I knew I blew the whole fandango
When the drum programmer wore a Kangol
Never could be light, great fish won t bite
Fake, realise that I m over like clover
No good luckin so Mase beep the f(Hey!)ckin beat
While the Teenage fan the heat
I bring it to the glues, paid all my dues
So what s gone s dead, let me use my forehead
Easy, pack it up, man, let me stop stallin
Cos everything I do is like Fallin
[Fallin ...]
Repeat chorus (many times)