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Billy Paul lyrics

So Glad To See You Again

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Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe, Six-thirty I know she'll be there, Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite song. Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong, But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I, Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones got a thing going on, We both know that it's wrong, But it's much too strong to let it cool down now. Well, it's time for us to be leaving, Iit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside, Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine, But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time. Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones.

What We Do Is Wrong

MIKE JONES "Ballin' Underground"
[talking] Mike Jones, who (even though what we do is wrong) [Mike Jones] I know, what I be doing is wrong But I'm a hustler fo' life, fuck with two strikes Give me that butter or all white, and I'm alright Can't live minimum wage, cause that's just not my life I roll up and down the block, on cutters Hit the block move butter, cause I'm straight from the gutter You leave her home alone, and I will fuck her And when my money low, I abduct her Hustler is what I am, kilos by grams This a stick up man, get out your car man Only way is to survive, if my AK jam Like Jigga, I'm standing in my B-Boy stance I make hoes kick in, like kicking a kick stand I'm a man, and my two feet I use to stand Cause I'm a man, who Mike Jones Jones, coming soon (even though what we do is wrong) So don't, even play yourself Who is Mike Jones, coming real soon to your shelf And it's gon move off the shelf, guaranteed with no help I feel like, I'm the only one left in the game I rep North mayn, hoes yep give me brain Swisha House what I claim, who Mike Jones mayn Much love to the fans, that be screaming out my name Uh, fa sho (even though what we do is wrong) Until I die, I'ma forever bring pain I'm getting better for the cheddar, still the Wood North mayn Fa sho, Mike Jones gon forever get his change Shouts out to Boss Hogg, and the Color Change gang Go get my album, when it hit the stores mayn Who is Mike Jones, that's the album name mayn And to you haters, uh (even though what we do is wrong) How you gon say, that you better than me You ain't even in the game, how you better than me You talking down, talking bout you can do what I do I paid dues, you will never ever fill up my shoes H1 or H2, I swear I'ma get it And when I get it I swear, you gon be looking shitty mayn Mike Jones be gripping grain, uh (even though what we do is wrong) [talking] Mike Jones (who), Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones, (who) Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones, Jones, Jones Uh, sing along baby, Ballin Underground Coming soon, Who is Mike Jones (even though what we do is wrong)

You Can't Be Too Strong

Graham Parker "Squeezing out Sparks"
(This was originally on the OLGA - sorry I've lost the author credit) Intro- E A B E A B E B C#m Did they tear it out, with talons of steel G#m A And give you a shot, so that you wouldn't feel B E A B E And wash it away, as if it wasn't real B C#m It's just a mistake, I won't have to face G#m A Don't give it a name, don't give it a place B E Don't give it a chance, it's lucky in a way A B It must have felt strange, to find me inside you E A I hadn't intended to stay B If you want to keep it right, put it to sleep at night C#m A B Squeeze it until it could say CHRRUS C#m A B C#m A B You can't be too strong You can't be too strong C#m A B E You can't be too strong A E B E You can't be too strong You decide what's wrong B C#m Well I ain't gonna cry, I'm gonna rejoice G#m A And shout myself dry, and go see the boys B E A B They'll laugh when I say, I left it overseas E B C#m Yeah babe I know that it gets dark, down by Luna Park G#m A But everybody else, is squeezing out a spark B E That happened in the heat, somewhere in the dark, in the dark A B The doctor gets nervous, completing the service E A He's all rubber gloves and no head B He fumbles the light switch, it's just another minor hitch C#m A B Wishes to God he was dead REPEAT CHORUS A E B E You can't be too strong You decide what's wrong A E B E Can't be too hard, too tough, too rough, too right, too wrong A E B E And you, can't be too strong A E B Baby you can't be too strong...

Ache

Jawbreaker
I believe in desperate acts. The kind that make me look stupid. (Look like a fool) Just keep reinventing myself. It's move or die. (I change my form) These days the people I love are spread so far apart. (All out of reach) It's a thin sheet Across the face. (Cover me now) That's pretty old. I never felt like this before. I say that every hour. It's never going to be like it could have been. Now it's just this room. (Window looks back) You're a big part of it. But I don't care. (You take the lead) And can you really see me now Like I made me? (Made me anew) Just like anyone at all. Safer alone. So right, so wrong. Another winter's coming on. You win, you lose. It's the same old news. (These things go wrong so often) Pick up the phone and punch your code. Somewhere, sometime let me make you mine. Lean your head on mine Like you used to. (Used to your lean) I don't mind if you're faking it. (Make it seem real) I'm not asking the questions. I'm not demanding the answers now. (Take what you give) Right or wrong, just take me, lead me on. I'm going.

We Ballin'

MIKE JONES "Ballin' Underground"
Now when I step out on the block, I'm like a new set of J's My sticky green European, with DVD on play My bumper kit recline, when I press rewind Blue face with baguettes, on my Rolex shine I got a Navigator with alligator skin, and 4 or 5 TV's in it 20 inches spinning, my Cadillac black on black with four 18's in the back I put a glacier on my chest, and almost had a heart attack I got my mind right, 24 hours going dollar for dollar Candy red, on fo's and choppers Black flipper yack sipper, mo-mo wood grain gripper And a platinum Italian Bentley, on 20 inch clippers When the mic on Mike Jones, the crowd get outrageous When they see my slab, they all scream contagious I crawl like a kitten, with my windows tinted Watching TV's in it, so you won't see me in it Got a piece so shiny, you see yourself in it Cause I'm a bread winner, 3-65 head spinner Mike Jones be my name, but you can call me Sachie I pull up in a slab, that'll knock out Rocky I'm a baller baby, shot caller baby In the Lex having sex, 20's crawling baby I pull a white Jag, with a raw blue rag It's been two three weeks, and I ain't used my thumb rag But my grill (still shining), fifth wheel (still reclining) And when the freaks see the platinum teeth speak, they be whining My fo's are magnificent, ask Magnificent My piece my chain and pinky ring, be all glistening I'm Mike Jones, through the Woodnorth mayn I can pimp the pen, or freestyle from the brain Spit game from the head, and make a bitch give me head If I ain't getting that bitch head, I'm getting that bitch bread Dollas, hopping out the marble blue Impala You ain't stepping in my slab, if you don't go low and swalla I'm swerving in a Excursion, with three fo' pound birds Now let's freestyle, I show my platinum smile Mike Jones going long, head shots up in the chrome I stepped outside, my girl got a Gucci thong On her body call me Sacci, my do stay cocky You might see me with Magnificent, or Kiotti I steady be going, Mike Jones steady flowing And wherever you see me, I gotta throw some mo' in Showing off, it's the Mike Jones ain't got a job But I still got the bitch, to go low and head bob Teeth falling for an hour, I hopped out the shower You in see Miogi on, with the baby powder Where is the Chris Braser, hopped in my Blazer Got cash up, so I bought a skyscraper Steady freestyling, steady going long and strong

Who To Believe

THE ALLMAN BROTHERS BAND "Hittin' The Note"
Woke up early this morning, something robbed me of my sleep Reached for you but all I felt was a cold and empty sheet Three nights on the road babe and I don't know where you been Say you're working late could it be you got another man Somebody said they saw you in a little club downtown Your arms around a stranger, y'all was really goin' to town You say they're just jealous, that you'll always be mine But nigh time has a thousand eyes, could they all be blind? Or am I a fool, am I a fool? Cause this confusion is killing me They all say that you're doing me wrong But our love is much too strong Somebody tell me, somebody tell me Who to Believe? Baby I really need you, I love you like a child But I won't have no cheatin' woman tellin' lies and runnin' wild I really want to believe you when you say that you'd be true But everywhere I look, seems like the finger points to you Or am I a fool, am I a fool? Cause this confusion is killing me They all say that you're doing me bad But you're the best thing I've ever had Somebody tell me, somebody tell me Who to Believe? Or am I a fool, am I a fool? Cause this confusion is killing me They all say that you're doing me wrong But our love is much too strong Somebody tell me, somebody tell me Who to Believe? Or am I a fool, am I a fool? Cause this confusion is killing me They all say that you're doing me bad But you're the best thing I've ever had Somebody tell me, somebody tell me Who to Believe?

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