
Intro
Travellinnnnnnnnnnnnnn at the speeeeeeeed...of thought...
Verse 1
Hey, yo kids! (whats up!)
Remember when I used to be dope? (yeah...)
I owned a pocketful of fame...
(but look what youre doin now!)
I know, well I know
I lost touch with reality, now my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (believe it!)
Cant 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 Im outta here
Mama dont love me and my mama dont care
Read the papers the headlines say
Washed up rapper got some [buck-kawk!]
Lingos 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 wont bite
Fake, realise that Im 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 whats gones 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)