Lyrics:

I'm getting tired of your shit, you don't ever buy me a thing

See every time you come around, you gotta bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone

See, why can't we be by ourselves sometimes?

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.



As a matter fact, I think you better call Tyrone

tell him come on, help you get your shit

yea you better call Tyrone

but you can't use my phone



So every time 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 ever have to pay

Don't have no cars, hang around in bars

try to hang around with stars like Badu

I will tell you the truth

You better show them proof



Call Tyrone

Tell him come on, help you get your shit.

Oh, call Tyrone

but you can't use my phone.