Fallin' Paroles

(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' 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)