Lyrics:
Misters, miss and the misses
I know you know the name
I am the one and only
I'm Mr. One Night Only
If you want entertainment
Then honey im the best
"Big head" text
And I can be your Mr. Midnight
When you get out the shower (when you need a midnight)
In the midnight hour (when you need a midnight
the pootie with a Plank, B
'Cause me and my crew were out breaking windows
The bingo, the lotto you know I'll never win those
Possession is half the law
I
(One, two, three, four)
I’m your little baby doll
You my Mr rock n’ Roll King
Make me wanna sing, sing for them all
(One, two, three, four)
I’m your
Breaking down my heart
People out here taking life for granted instead of playing their part
Do they even know God
Do they know His Son
Do they know what
Love
Yes love
Gon be the death of me
My death
Your smile
Your smile
Makes me overthink
Is it real
But
I'm breaking
I'm breaking
I'm breaking
I'm
I am a lyricist
I got experience
And I just can't stop making hits
I am a lyricist
I kno u feeling this
This is that fresh out of 20 shit
Right
Mr. Clean
But if you call me differently, I'm at your mouth like Listerine
Not that I can't handle it when people out there dissin me
It's just, it
As of lately I've been struggling to sleep
Hiding my tears
Envying my pears
I thought by now I would be out of this sphere
But nothing is clear
I'm inside fear
Man imma myth imma legend
I'm everything except a peasant
You feel the tangible presence
As soon as I walk through the entrance
Making my money by
through breakin' out the same way we came
This is not an act, this is actual facts
Nothin' but experience placed upon the tracks
Not many last in
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
My fellow sperm!
It is unfair that we cannot escape these balls!
We must be released!
Fumpi and Paul Creenis
All they do is make out!
There is no
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
I'm pretty sure her phone wouldn't be answered by no man"
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get
Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Yeah
Iced out cold-blooded with my cone in my hand
You said you wanna know my name?
I'm
trumpet mr.ali
Jiggle jiggle.. Sound di trumpet mr.ali sound it
Dis is di beat fah breaking you heart, no problem pliz everyting criss
Go along your
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
breaking down
Oh, you could be free
This is your fair warning, this is your reprieve
Or stay here and experience the burning down
I'm gonna burn it
more Mr. nice guy
I intimidated by no bum nigga
Bottom of the shoe type lame scum nigga
I'm Mr. hard ass but I ain't gone blow dat gun nigga
Shut
Not the type to crash out
I just took the trash out
Smoking with my cash out
Studio a cash cow
He just got a bag how
Heard he breaking bags down
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