Traveling at the speed of love

Hey yo, kids, remember when I used to be dope? (What's up? Yeah)

I owned a pocket full of fame, I know, well, I know

(But look what you're doin' now)

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

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

Hey yo, pack my bags 'cause I'm out of here

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'

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

You played yourself

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