Tyrone Erykah Badu Source: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com Im getting tired of your shit You dont never buy me nothing And every time you come around You got to bring Jim, John, Paul, and Tyrone Now why cant we be by ourselves, sometimes See Ive been having this on my mind for a long time I just want it to be you and me like it used to be, baby But you dont know how to act, so matter of fact I think you better call Tyrone (Call him) And tell him come on help you get your shit (Come on, come on, come on) You need to call Tyrone (Call him) And tell him I said come home Now every time I ask you for a little cash You say no, but turn right around and ask me for some ass Oh well, hold up, listen partna, I aint no cheap thrill Cause Ms. Badus always coming for real, and you know the deal Every time we go somewhere I gots to reach down in my purse To pay your way and your homeboys way, And sometimes your cousins way They dont never have to pay, dont have no cars Hang around in bars, try to hang with superstars Like Badu, Im gon tell you the truth Show and prove, or get the boot 1 - I think you better call Tyrone (Erykah Badu: He, he he) (Call him) And tell him come on help you get your shit (Come on, come on, come on) You need to call Tyrone (Call him) [Erykah Badu] Hold on But you cant use my phone |