De La Soul Feat. Teenage Fanclub Fallin' lyrics

Travelin' at the speed of thought

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
'Cause I got loose circuits
(So loose, sigga-sigga so loose)
I be the Mother Goose with the eggs
That seem to be
(Fallin')

You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself

Ayyo, pack my bags 'cause 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, realize that I'm over like clover
No good luckin' so Mase beep the fuckin' 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'
'Cause everything I do is like fallin'
(Fallin')

You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
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