fallin'

Thursday, Jan. 10, 2002 22:12

Hey yo kids!/

[what's up!]

Remember when I used to be dope?/

[yeeeah]

I owned a pocket full of fame/

[but look what'chu doin now!]

I know/ well I know,

I lost touch with reality/ now my personality/ is an unwanted commodity./ ...

....[you played yourself]....

..[you played yourself]...

....Ey 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 sung/ lingo's bustin while the guitar sways/ b-side copy for the radio plays for somethin/ I know I blew the whole fandango when the drum programmer wore a kangoo...

...cause everything I do is like fallin'...

.......[you played yourself]....

...[you played yourself]...

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last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004

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