verse
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
But 'cha don't know how to act
chorus
I think you'd better call Tyrone
And tell him come on help you get your shit
(Come on, Come on, Come on)
And tell him, I said come on
verse
Now every time I ask you for a little cash
You say no but turn right around and ask me for some ass
Now hold up, listen partner I ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real
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
They don't never have to pay
Tryna hang around with stars
Like Badu Ima tell you the truth
chorus
I think you'd better call Tyrone
And tell him come on help you get your shit
(Come on, Come on, Come on)
But you can't use my phone