歌手:Erykah Badu
专辑:《Live》

I'm gettin' tired of your ****
You don't never buy me nothin'
See everytime you come around
You got to bring Jim,James,Paul,and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves 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,baby
But 'cha don't know how to act
So matter fact
I think you'd better call Tyrone
(Call him)
And tell him come on help you get your ****
(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!Whoa!
Now hold up,listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real
You now the deal,*****
Everytime 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
When we out it's ought to be
You lied around in the back seat
So I think you'd better call Tyrone
And tell him come on
help you get your ****
You need to call Tyrone
(Call him)
Hold on....
But you can't use my phone
Take my bills pay my bills
Day ,the day, life with you
Come on Come on Come on
Sing my song
I don't give a damn if it's right or wrong
Doo Doo day or night, or right
Take your boy cmove out to another place and watch the fire
Don't make me go get big night
So take your boys to have a little storm
I don't care what's your best Lee
You can tell him you broke up with me