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Albums:

Stretching Out: Satin Doll/Lil' Darlin' (Red Garland) · Mr. Lil One's Greatest Hits (Mr. Lil One) · Best of Mr. Lil One (Mr. Lil One) · The Best of Mr. Lil One (Mr. Lil One) · Dust for Life [Reach Out] (Dust for Life) · Reach Out [Limited Edition] [Remastered] (The Four Tops) · Reach Out [Music Digital] (The Four Tops) · Reach Out [DVD] (Steph Carse) · Reach Out (Steph Carse) · Reach Out (Hal Galper) – and 90 other albums »


I want a love that's mine all mine, all the time
You keep it just out of reach
I want a love that's mine all mine
You keep it just out of reach
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
"please hang up and place your call again"

Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every
"please hang up and place your call again"

Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man

Mr. Telephone Man
saying something
Spraying shit like Aerosol
You a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goal
Keep shooting that there air ball

Watch out lil
a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, touchin' his glock
Screamin
a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin'
Lil' bad young mothafuckers, gotta love him
You could catch him in his G ride, touchin' his glock
Screamin
shit, but I'll tackle it
You want me to break it down, I'm a fracture it
My mind is wanderin', I can't find it
But ten times outta ten, my mind
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in your eyes
I was lost inside your world with you (with you)

Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in your eyes
I was lost inside your world with you (with you)

Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by goin' out on the sly,
Provin' your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue
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
from there

Oh you (girl) are on my mind (on my mind)
And I love to make you mine (I'll make you mine)
Reach your heart and soul to me (on my mind)
comfort you and love you
Oh, how I'm gonna love you

Reach out, reach out

They make you feel so small
They make you feel that
Your heart will just never
"please hang up and place your call again"

Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number
I get a click every
In my life I can't do
As long as I have you
Is better for the deeper love you've shown to me
Now I believe I know that I can

Reach
For a shiny
on
To keep me company is you

[Chorus]
Mr. Pain, oh, it's you again
Never really wanted us to be such friends
You always seem to show up
When I'm all
clips they gon' bust it at your lip
Hollow tips they gon' rip through your gang
I keep my squad with me, I keep my squad with me
I said, lil bitch
your world with you (oh)
(Get set, get set)

Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be (oh)
Let's get it
and I'll be gone
You'll reach out and I won't be there
Just my luck you'll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with
for a friend to turn to 
Someone to care 
When all the world is out to hurt you 
I'll be there, oh darling 
Reach out your hand, reach out for me
We've taken all you've given
It's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. President, have pity on the working man

We ain't asking you to love us
You may
let it goooo

Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
are on my mind
And I love to make you mine
Reach your heart and soul to me
Turn your love to ecstasy (baby, baby, baby, baby)

Reach out your hands