Erykah Badu - Tyrone lyrics
[Erykah Badu - Tyrone lyrics]
"Now keep in mind that I'm an artist
And I'm sensitive about my shit"
Audience cheering
"But y'all been nice about it" "Alright"
"Sisters, How Ya'll Feel?" Girls Cheering
"Brothers, Ya'll Alright?" Guys Cheering
"Let's See How Ya'll Groove to this"
"Alright"
I'm gettin' tired of your Shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See Everytime you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & 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
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 partner i ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real
And you know the deal, nigga
Everytime 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'm gon' tell you the truth showing groove
Or get the boot
I think ya better call Tyrone, 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
"Hold On" but ya can't use my phone
Audience Cheering
And I'm sensitive about my shit"
Audience cheering
"But y'all been nice about it" "Alright"
"Sisters, How Ya'll Feel?" Girls Cheering
"Brothers, Ya'll Alright?" Guys Cheering
"Let's See How Ya'll Groove to this"
"Alright"
I'm gettin' tired of your Shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See Everytime you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & 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
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 partner i ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real
And you know the deal, nigga
Everytime 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'm gon' tell you the truth showing groove
Or get the boot
I think ya better call Tyrone, 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
"Hold On" but ya can't use my phone
Audience Cheering