Lyrics
Traveling at the speed of love (do do do lu lu)
(do do do lu lu)
Hey yo, kids, (What's up?)
remember when I used to be dope? (Yeah)
I owned a pocket full 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
'Cause I got loose circuits (So loose)
I be the Mother Goose with the eggs that seemed to be
Fallin'
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
Hey yo, pack my bags 'cause I'm out of here (do do do lu lu)
Mama don't love me and my mama don't care
Read the papers, the headlines say
Washed up rapper got a song
Lingo's bustin' 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
Realize that I'm over like clover
No good luckin' so Mase keep the **** beat
While the teenage fan the heat
I bring it to the blues, paid all my dues
So what' gone's dead, let me use my forehead
Easy pack it up man, let me stop stallin'
'Cause everything I do is like fallin' (fallin')
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
Come on, baby, wear those daisies, yeah
Look at those girls with the daisy dukes
Daisy dukes
Look at those girls with the daisy dukes
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
(do do do lu lu)
Hey yo, kids, (What's up?)
remember when I used to be dope? (Yeah)
I owned a pocket full 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
'Cause I got loose circuits (So loose)
I be the Mother Goose with the eggs that seemed to be
Fallin'
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
Hey yo, pack my bags 'cause I'm out of here (do do do lu lu)
Mama don't love me and my mama don't care
Read the papers, the headlines say
Washed up rapper got a song
Lingo's bustin' 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
Realize that I'm over like clover
No good luckin' so Mase keep the **** beat
While the teenage fan the heat
I bring it to the blues, paid all my dues
So what' gone's dead, let me use my forehead
Easy pack it up man, let me stop stallin'
'Cause everything I do is like fallin' (fallin')
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)
Come on, baby, wear those daisies, yeah
Look at those girls with the daisy dukes
Daisy dukes
Look at those girls with the daisy dukes
You played yourself (do do do lu lu)