Travelling at the speed of love
    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 circuit's (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 im 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 im 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
    Falling Falling
    You played yourself
    [REPEAT TO FADE]