Travelling at the speed of love
Hey kids, what's up
Remember when I used to be dope, yeah
I owned a pocket full of fameBut 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 beFallin Fallin Fallin
You played yourself [Repeat: x 4]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)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 cloverNo 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 foreheadEasy pack it up man, let me stop stalling
'Cause everything I do is like fallingFalling Falling
You played yourself
Songwriters
LYNNE, JEFF/PETTY, TOM/BLAKE, NORMAN GEORGE/HOUSTON, PATPublished by
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