Fallin'
Traveling at the speed of love
Hey kids, what's up
Remember when I used to be dope, yeah
I owned a pocket full of fame
But look what you're doing now, well, I know, I know
I lost touch with reality, now, my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (ooh yeah)
Can't believe I used to be Mr. Steve Austin on the mike
(Six million ways)
I used to run it
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad
'Cause I got loose circuits (so loose)
I seen the mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be
Fallin' fallin' fallin'
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
Yo, pack my bags 'cause I'm out of here
My momma don't love me and my momma don't care
Read the papers the headlines say
Washed up rapper got a song
(Rock on)
Lingo's busting while the guitar swings
B-Side copies for the radio plays for something
I knew I blew the whole fandango
When the drum crew never wore a Kangol
Never could be like fake, fish won't bite bait
Realize that I'm over like clover
No good lucking so Maze hit the fucking beat
While the teenage fans are here
I bring it to the blues, I pay all my dues
So what's gone dead? Let me use my forehead
Easy, pack it up, man, let me stop stalling
'Cause everything I do is like fallin'
Fallin' fallin'
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
Hey kids, what's up
Remember when I used to be dope, yeah
I owned a pocket full of fame
But look what you're doing now, well, I know, I know
I lost touch with reality, now, my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (ooh yeah)
Can't believe I used to be Mr. Steve Austin on the mike
(Six million ways)
I used to run it
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad
'Cause I got loose circuits (so loose)
I seen the mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be
Fallin' fallin' fallin'
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
Yo, pack my bags 'cause I'm out of here
My momma don't love me and my momma don't care
Read the papers the headlines say
Washed up rapper got a song
(Rock on)
Lingo's busting while the guitar swings
B-Side copies for the radio plays for something
I knew I blew the whole fandango
When the drum crew never wore a Kangol
Never could be like fake, fish won't bite bait
Realize that I'm over like clover
No good lucking so Maze hit the fucking beat
While the teenage fans are here
I bring it to the blues, I pay all my dues
So what's gone dead? Let me use my forehead
Easy, pack it up, man, let me stop stalling
'Cause everything I do is like fallin'
Fallin' fallin'
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
Credits
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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