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Erykah Badu - Tyrone (extended Version)

I'm getting tired of your shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
And every time you come around
You gotta bring Jim, John, Paul and Tyrone
Now, why can't we be by our self 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, babeh
But you don't know how to act
So matter 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 on

Now every time I ask you for a little cash
You say "no" but turn right around and ask me for some ass
O, well hold up
Listen partner, I ain't no cheap thrill
'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real
You know the deal

Everytime we go somewhere
I've got to reach down in my purse
To pay your way and yo homeboy's way
And sometimes your causins way
When we all went out to eat
You made me ride in the backseat
And that ain't right, child
I said, that ain't right child

So 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)
(Hold up) But you can't use my phone

(Extended version)
Oh, take my pills, pay my bills
I'm here to let you know that what I feel is real
Take the daylight with you
(Come on, come on, come on)It's no thrill
It's gettin' late
No time to wait
You need to go'on so I can meditade
Hmmmm, Hmmmm
Light my coam , sing my song
I don't give a damn if I'm right or wrong
Toodluu, toodluu (come on, come on, come on)yade yadad-dad-dad-dad
Day or night, wrong or right
Tell your boys to find another place to watch the fight
Don't make me go get Big Mike, oh

So tell your boys that I litt the stove
That you gon' need a place to go
I don't care but you gots to leave
You can tell'em you broke up with me
I wanted you to massage my toes
But you rather play dominos
So baby get up off your knees and hands
And go and tell it to the preacherman

But first 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)
Hold up!
But you can't use my phone..

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