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Albums:

Heaven I Need a Hug (R. Kelly) · So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Hip Hug-Her (Booker T. & the MG's) · Monday at the Hug and Pint (Arab Strap) · Hip Hug-Her [Single] (Booker T. & the MG's) · Hug My Soul [US CD Single] (Saint Etienne) · Hip Hug-Her (Booker T. & the MG's) · Hip Hug-Her/Doin' Our Thing (Booker T. & the MG's) · Monday at the Hug and Pint [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Arab Strap) · Hip Hug-Her (Booker T. & the MG's) – and 90 other albums »


one's lost and no one's missing
No more parting just hugs and kissing
And all these stars are just for wishing
In my heaven

There's little white lights
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap

The man in the back smokes a pack and a half
Sayin "one more time
noticed anyone else
We didn't even hear the radio warnings
Our love was no joke, you know
It was the talk of downtown Tokyo
We'll be happy forever, I
actin' off
Somebody out there please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
Still young tryin' to figure it out

Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there
meant to be

Cause baby when you're with me
It's like an angel came by, and took me to heaven
(It's like you took me to heaven girl)
Cause when I
Cause baby when you're with me
It's like an angel came by, and took me to heaven
(It's like you took me to heaven girl)
Cause when I stare in your eyes
It
of fuckin and R&B dick

I fuck mike sta flyway
fuck dem LaDae cats they wack
and one of dem resemble Craig Mack
I need a New Edition
I need some Men With
of fuckin and R&B dick

I fuck mike sta flyway
fuck dem LaDae cats they wack
and one of dem resemble Craig Mack
I need a New Edition
I need some Men With
time to get me gear together,
I don't need to worry about the weather.
Ramble in for a pint of stout,
And you'd never know who'd be hangin' about!
take you home
And you'll play with the radio

I need you know you are the only one that I'll ever love
Just look what's been done, two hearts beat
was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above

[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
Tonight the city is full of, radios
And all the distortion pedals are melted
There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the, ceiling
And the roof
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself 



Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) 



A lot of my friends are sick
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
I need your arms
don't matter where you're are because I bring it where you're at

[ VERSE 2: J. Sands ]
I heard some MC's want to get down
Put your shit down and have
on me, I see you blushing girl
I got you tempted cause I'm smooth as David Ruffin girl

[Chorus]

I'm the kid from the telly with R. Kelly man
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above

[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
thought you changed girl, but you the same girl
Usher and R. Kelly you had the best of both worlds

[Chorus]
When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
I need your arms
or twenty-four tracks if I need more tracks
Run in the vocal booth and close the door so it's soundproof
Freein my lyrics in one take if mistakes are found POOF
backing down for nothing
I'm a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man
Police
all afternoon
His wife Norma she sat in the back,
Sewing sweatbands in all of his hats
She listened to the radio, some times I'd sing her a tune

Chorus