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Judgment Night

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Teenage Fanclub
Fallin'

Travelin'
At the speed of thought

Hey yo kids
What's up?
Remember when I
Used to be dope?
Yeah?
I owned a pocketful
Of fame
Well 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!
I can't believe
I used to be
Mr Steve Austen
On the mic
Six million ways
I used to run it
I guess Oscar Goldman
Got mad
'Cause I got loose
Circuits
So loose,
Circuits
Circuits so loose
I be the mother goose
With the eggs
That seem to be

Fallin'...
Fallin'...
Fallin'...

You played yourself

Hey yo Pack my bags
'Cause 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 soul"

Lingo's busted
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
Great
Fish won't bite bait
Realise that
I'm over like clover
No good luckin'
So Mase beat
The fuckin' beat
While the Teenage Fan
The heat
I bring it to the clues,
Paid all my dues
So what's gone's dead,
Let me use my forehead
Easy back it up, man,
Let me stop stallin'
'Cause everything I do
Is like fallin'

Fallin'...
Fallin'...
Fallin'...

You played yourself
You played yourself
Bust a move

You played yourself
Sho' you're right

You played yourself

'I Got One...'

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