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Published on Dec 24, 2008
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 dont 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 oh yeah baby But you can't use my phone...