Tyrone (Extended Version)

Alright then, Alright then

I'm gettin' 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 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 of 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

Oh well, hold up, listen partner, I ain't no cheap thrill

'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real

And you know the deal

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

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)

but you can't use my phone

Oh, take my pills, pay my bills

I'm here to let you know that what I feel is real

(Call him)

Take the daylight with you, it's no thrill

(Come on, come on, come on)

It's gettin' late, no time to wait

You need to go on so I can meditate

(Call him)

Light my cone, sing my song

I don't give a damn if I'm right or wrong

(Call him)

Toodluu, toodluu, yade yadad dad dad dad

(Come on, come on, come on)