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Tyrone- by Erykah Badu

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