De La Soul Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Dreams Of The Funky Towel Lyrics

[Featuring Teenage Fanclub] 

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)