De La Soul

De La Soul - Fallin lyrics

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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
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Language: English

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