Teenage Fanclub & De La Soul Fallin' Lyrics

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), Well I know, 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 f___ing 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'...)]

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