Fallin’ De La Soul (Ft. Teenage Fanclub)

[Intro: Teenage Fanclub]
Oooohh ....Travelling at the speed of love
Do do da-doo

[Pos]
Hey yo kids, (whats up?)
Remember when I used to be dope, (yeah!)
I owned a pocket full of fame
(But look what you're doing 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, so loose)
I be the mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be

Fallin Fallin Fallin

You played yourself (x4)

[Dave]
Hey yo pack my bags cause I'm out of here
Momma don't love me and my momma don't care
Read the papers, the headlines say
Washed-Up Rapper Got a Song (Wawkah!)
Lingo's busting while the guitar sways
B-Side copy for the radio plays for something
I knew I blew the whole fandango
When the drum programmer wore a Kangol
Never could be like baked fish won't bite bait
Realize that I'm over like clover
No good lucking so Mase keep the fucking beat
While the teenage fans the heat
I bring it to the blues, I pay all my dues
So what's gone's dead, let me use my forehead
Easy pack it up man, let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling