Feelin' You - Donell Jones

No one could hold me no one could control me but now my future is up to you Your lovin' can shape me make me or break me Oh I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you This feeling is crazy and only you can save me From this love thing that I've got for you Your love is a potion Lord and I need a notion Oh I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you Cause these changes got me goin' in circle First I turn away then turn right back to you Well I need your lovin' to keep me from sinkin' Oh I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you [ Guitar ] Wanna win when I gamble no need to ramble I doubled my lovin' when I gave it to you I gotta do it with you I can't do it without you Oh I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you Cause these changes got me... Yes I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you

Hmm, yeah, yeah, oh Oh yeah, oh yeah I know in my heart, I know in my mind We're meant to be, are you feelin' me yo? I'm the girl in your life, I'm the one you call wife And I need to know, are you feelin? me yo? Is there anyone else, that can do it the best Give you things you need, well it must be me I got very big dreams and the fantasies But I need to know, are you feeling' me yo? Boy are you feelin' me, 'cause I'm feelin' you Somethin' in my heart, tells me you're the one Are you feelin' me, 'cause I'm feelin' you Somethin' in my heart, tells me your the one Are you feelin me yo? I'm crazy for you, I'm falling for you I got feelin's for you, are you lovin? me yo Tell me if it's our time, do I blow your mind 'Cause I need to know, put my life on the line I'm gon' give you my heart, all the love that I own But before I do that, are you feelin' me yo Anything for you, 'cause I'm big on you But I need to know, are you lovin' me yo Boy are you feelin' me, 'cause I'm feelin' you Somethin' in my heart, tells me you're the one Are you feelin' me, 'cause I? m feelin? you Somethin' in my heart, are you feelin' me yo? Are you feelin' me yo? Are you feelin' me yo? Are you feelin' me yo? Ficky, ficky, ficky, fikcy, switch Are you feelin' me baby, baby, yeah Yo, let me talk to 'em for a minute Who is the best, makin' these beats, who could it be? Are you feelin' this yo, are you feelin' this yo? Are you feelin' this yo, oh oh? Who is the best, makin' these beats, who can it be, T T Are you feelin' this yo, are you feelin this yo? Are you feelin' this yo, whoa whoa? Who is the best, makin' these beats, who could it be? Are you feelin' this yo, are you feelin' this yo? Are you feelin' this yo, oh oh? Who is the best, makin' these beats, who can it be Are you feelin' this yo, are you feelin' this yo? Are you feelin' this yo, whoa, whoa? You never saw it coming, shh

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby