Fallin — текст песни (De La Soul f Teenage Fanclub)

Intro

Travellinnnnnnnnnnnnnn` at the speeeeeeeed...of thought...

Verse 1

Hey, yo kids! (What`s up!)
Remember when I used to be dope? (Yeah...)
I owned a pocketful of fame...
(But look what you`re doin` now!)
I know, well I know
I lost touch with reality, now my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (believe it!)
Can`t 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 I`m outta here
Mama don`t love me and my mama don`t care
Read the papers the headlines say
Washed up Rapper Got Some [Buck-kawk!]
Lingo`s 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 won`t bite
Fake, realise that I`m 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 what`s gone`s 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)