Tyrone (Lyrics) | Erykah Badu

Hold on but ya can't use my phone.

I'ma test this out right quick on y'all

Now keep in mind I'm an artist and I'm sensitivie about my shit

So y'all be nice about it, alright

Sisters how y'all feel, brothers y'all alright

Let me see how y'all groove to this

Alright, I'm gettin' tired of your shit

You don't never buy me nothin'

See every time you come around

You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone

See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes

See 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 ya don't know how to act

So matter of fact, I think ya 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 on

Now everytime I ask you for a little cash

You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass

Oh, Well hold up, listen partna, I ain't no cheap thrill

Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real you know the deal, nigga

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 never have to pay, don't have no cars

Hang around in bars try to hang around with stars

Like Badu, I'ma tell you the truth

Showing groove or get the boot

I think ya better (call him)

And tell him come on, help you get your shit

You need to call Tyrone (call him)

Hold on but ya can't use my phone

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