Erykah Badu - Tyrone (Live)

I'm gettin' tired of your ****

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 havin' 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 fact

I forget you'd better call tyrone

Call him

And tell him come on help you get your ****

Come on come on come on

You need to call tyrone

Call of

And tell him I said come on

Now every time I ask you for a little cash

You say no but turn right around and ask me

For some ass

Oh whoa

Now hold up listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill

'Cause miss badu's always comin' for real

You now the deal

Everytime we go somewhere

I gotta reach down in my purse

To pay your way and your homeboy's way

And sometimes your cousin's way

They don't never have to pay

Don't have no cars

Hang around in bars

Tryna hang around with stars

Like badu I'm a tell you the truth

Show improve

Or get the boot

I think you'd better

Call of

And tell him come on help you get your ****

Come on come on come on

You need to call tyrone

Call of

Hold on

But you can't use my phone