change Alright Lose your personality When all of your rights turn to wrong Blinded by the things you see Are you lonely tonight Mister Gone? Mister Gone
Vertimas: Mr Big. Mister Gone.
Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat Won't you play if for me? In the mix mister hop Forward hop back, hop, hop, hop The second somebody dies somebody else
and such curious minds peace safe passage, precious time hither and gone, the day of days (?) this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone only star
'rytime I ride by I'm on that Patron so gone that Patron So gone that Patron, so get like me So gone that Patron, so gone that Patron So gone that Patron
. sharkey! he's mister heartbreak. they sing: oooeee. that sharkey! he's W dance on the edge of the lake. he's a whole landscape gone to seed. he's gone
go [Mr. Man] Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.") Call the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.") Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.") Big
in the sauna Yeah, I blew it out in the Bahamas, yeah Your lil' mama got a stellar arm We got it on like a telethon Mr. Roc-A-Fella, gone Now somebody
count up what I'm worth, t**** So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa It's 4:20,
like a hen Everyone gets noticed, now and then, Unless, of course, that personage should be Invisible, inconsequential me! Cellophane Mister Cellophane Shoulda been my name Mister
! Louis: When I was young, the songs were fair, with Mister Johnny Mathis, and Sonny and Cher. Peter: But now we get Justin Timber-homo. Louis: A heartache all gone
The eyes of the little man narrowed The smile disappeared from his face Gone was the friendliness that I had seen And a wild look of hate took its place But the big
the sauna, yeah, I blew it out in the Bahamas, yeah Your lil' mama got a stellar arm, we got it on like a telethon Mr. Roc-A-Fella, gone Now somebody
Peace safe passage, precious time Hither and gone, the day of days (?) this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone Only star so large, many more To
the sauna Yeah, I blew it out in the Bahamas, yeah Your lil' mama got a stellar arm We got it on like a telethon Mr. Roc-A-Fella, gone [Chorus]
I'm worth, trick So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa [Chorus: Carlton Fisk] It
know it's gone And I'm sure if I found the words to say I'd say them all wrong Cause I'll always be mister never good enough for you You'll always be
