Hey 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, 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 (x4)
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 (or 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 Realise 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 falling