Fallin'

Traveling at the speed of love
 
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 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
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 You played yourself
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 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
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 You played yourself
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 You played yourself
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 You played yourself