Fallin'

[Intro: Teenage Fanclub] Oooohh ....Travelling at the speed of love Do do da-doo [Pos] Hey yo 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), 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 Cause I got loose circuits (so loose, so loose) I be the mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be Fallin Fallin Fallin You played yourself (x4) [Dave] Hey yo pack my bags cause I'm out of here Momma don't love me and my momma don't care Read the papers, the headlines say Washed-Up Rapper Got a Song (Wawkah!) Lingo's busting while the guitar sways B-Side copy for the radio plays for something I knew I blew the whole fandango When the drum programmer wore a Kangol Never could be like baked fish won't bite bait Realize that I'm over like clover No good lucking so Mase keep the fucking beat While the teenage fans the heat I bring it to the blues, I pay all my dues So what's gone's 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 (x12) [OUTRO...Baby! (Baby!)...Baby (baby)...baby (baby) baby ...come on Baby wear those daisies yeah! ...look at those girls with the daisy dukes Daisy dukes..... (laughin'...)]