I'm getting tired of your shitnYou don't ever buy me nothingnSee everytime you come aroundnYou gotta bring Jim James, Paul and TyronennSee, why can we be by ourselves sometime?nI've been having this on my mind for a long timenI just want it to be you and me like it used to be, babynBut you dont know how to actnnSo matter a fact, I think you better call TyronenAnd tell him come on help you get your shitnYeah you better call TyronenBut you can't use my phonennEvery time we go somewhere nI gotta reach down in my pursenTo pay your way nAnd your homeboys way nAnd sometimes your cousins way nThey don't ever have to pay nDon't have no carsnHang around in bars nTry to hang around with stars like Badu nI'm gonna tell you truenYou better show 'em proofnnCall TyronenAnd tell him come on help you get your shitnOh call TyronenBut you can't use my phone...