Lyrics:
and held me tight
I'd give up anything that I possess
Just to have him here tonight
Mr. Magic
Where have you gone?
Mr. Magic
You turn me on
I
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
you up, you know I'm sayin')
Mr. Lover (let's fog up some window sills, girl, uh) (uh, yeah)
Mr. Lover (catch your groove back now)
Mr. Lover, Mr
we could use a hand.
I just read the headlines in The Nashville News.
And I wish I'd made this up but I'm afraid it's true.
'Cause a man was murdered
(Dolly Parton)
My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter
Something badly needed to brighten up the chores
Seemed old Mrs
. Incognito, Incognito (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Incognito is back again
Now all I want is peace and papes and a physical frame
Jotting down my list
muthafuckers
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
Excuse me Mr.
Just take a look around
Oh Mr. just look up
And you will, you will see it comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night
to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do
beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let
. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all
to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do
boy
I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in
"Well, what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"
But something is happening and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You hand
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
nothing new
Mr. Maple gets up early every morning cooks his breakfast all alone the house is cold
He needs a woman's hand to comfort him in his
And help him with his luck
Mr. Tembo is on his way up the hill
With only this song to tell you how he feels
But to get there he will need a helping hand
the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
I met him in
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
Did I tell you everything is fine
Woo, in my mind?
So, won't you get up Oriole?
So, won't you get up Cheerios?
Wake up Mr. Radio
It's fine
Here
Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care
If you found a golden
dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
And you
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
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