Текст песни De La Soul f Teenage Fanclub - Judgment Night soundtrack
De La Soul f Teenage Fanclub - Judgment Night soundtrack слова песни
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)