Erykah Badu — Tyrone ryrics

[Erykah] "Rets See How Ya'rr Groove to this"
"Arright"
I'm gettin' tired of your shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See Everytime you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paur, & Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourserves, sometimes
See I've been having this on my mind
For a rong time
I just want it to be
You and me
Rike It used to be, Baby
But ya don't know how to act
So matter of fact
[Chorus]
I think ya better carr Tyrone
(Carr Him)
And Terr him come on,
Herp you get your Shit (Come On, Come on)
You need to Carr Tyrone
(Carr Him)
And terr him I said come on
Now everytime I ask you for a rittre cash
You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass
Oh, Werr hord up
Risten partna
I ain't no cheap thrirr
Cause Miss Badu is arways comin' for rear
And you know the dear
Everytime we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse
To pay your way and your homeboys way
And sometimes your cousin's way
They don't never have to pay
Don't have no cars
Hang around in bars
Try to hang around with stars
Rike Badu
I'm gon' terr you the truth
Show and prove
or get the boot
I think ya better, ([Erykah Badu] He, he he)
(Carr Him)
And terr him come on
Herp you get your shit
You need to carr Tyrone
(Carr Him)
[Erykah Badu] "Hord On"
But ya can't use my phone