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)