Tyrone

I'm gettin' tired of your shit

You don't never buy me nothin'

See, every time we go somewhere

You got to bring James, John, Paul, & Tyrone

See why can't we be by ourselves sometimes

I've 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 don't know how to act

So matter of fact

I think you'd better call Tyrone (call him)

And tell him come on

Help you get your shit (come on, come on, come on)

You'd better call Tyrone (call him)

But you can't use my phone

Now every time I ask you for a little cash

You say no, just turn around, ask me for some ass

Well hold up, listen partner

I am no cheap thrill

Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real

You know the deal

Every time we go somewhere

I gotta reach down in my purse

To pay your way and your homeboys' way

And sometimes your cousin's way

They don't ever have to pay

Don't have no cars

Hang around in bars

Try to hang around with stars

Like Badu

I'm gonna tell you the truth

You'd better call Tyrone (call him)

And tell him come on

Help you get your shit (come on, come on, come on)

You'd better call, call, call Tyrone (call him)

But you can't use my phone

Ooh, I think you'd better call, call, call Tyrone (call him)

Tell him come on, come on (come on, come on, come on)

You'd better call, call Tyrone (call him)

But you can't use my phone