Tyrone - My Morning Jacket

I’m getting tired of your shit

You don’t ever buy me nothing

See every time 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’mma 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