Tyrone (Extended Version)

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Erykah Badu - R&B, Funk

Tyrone (Extended Version)

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[Intro] Alright then [Verse 1] I'm gettin tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin And every time you come around You got to bring Jim, John, Paul and Tyrone Now 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 you don't know how to act, so matter fact [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Now every time I ask you for a little cash You say no but turn right around and ask me for some ass Oh well hold up listen partna I ain't no cheap thrill 'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real, 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 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 no [Chorus] 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) But you can't use my phone [Hook] Oh take my pills pay my bills I'm here to let you know (Call him) that what I feel is real Day to day life with you is no thrill (Come on, come on, come on) It's getting late no time to wait Get go on so I can meditate (Call him) Om, Om, haha Light my cone sing my song I don't give a damn (Call him) if I'm right or wrong Toodle loo toodle loo (Come on, come on, come on) Dadiada da da da Doo do day or night wrong or right Tell your boys to find another place to watch the fight (Call him) Don't make me go get big Mike Oh so tell your boys at the liquor store That you gonna need a place to go (Call him) I don't care butchu gots to leave You can tell 'em you broke up with me (Come on, come on, come on) I wanted you to massage my toes But you'd rather play dominoes (Call him) So baby get up off your knees and hands And go and tell it to the preacher man ha [Outro] But first I think ya need to call Tyrone (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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  • Erykah Badu
  • Norman “Keys” Hurt