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)
Writer(s): Vincent L. Mason, Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Norman George Blake, Gerard Love, Jeff Lynne, Thomas Earl Petty, Raymond Mcginley, Brendan O'hare
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