Lyrics
I'm getting tired of your shit
You don't ever buy me nothing
See everytime you come around
You gotta bring Jim James, Paul and Tyrone
See, why can we be by ourselves sometime?
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 a fact, I think you better call Tyrone
And tell him come on help you get your shit
Yeah you better call Tyrone
But you can't use my phone
Every time we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse
To pay your way
And your homeboys way
And sometimes your cousins 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'm gonna tell you true
You better show 'em proof
Call Tyrone
And tell him come on help you get your shit
Oh call Tyrone
But you can't use my phone...
Length of album version: 5:13
Written by: Erykah Bady and Norman "Keys" Hurt
Band quotes
"That’s the silly reason we did it. But it’s also a fantastic song, [if I could sing it live with Badu it would be] a dream come true. (...) Erykah’s definitely one of the top ones out there today. She’s a great artist who incorporates all sorts of music into her records. It’s not all just preprogrammed."- Jim James, talking about how Tyrone gave him a chance to sing his own name
(Dallas News, August 2008)
