Fallin - De La Soul

[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)