[Erykah] "Lets See How Ya'll Groove to this"
"Alright"


I'm gettin' tired of your %#@!
You don't never buy me nothin'
See Everytime you come around

You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See 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 ya don't know how to act
So matter of fact


[Chorus]


I think ya better call Tyrone
(Call Him)
And Tell him come on, Help you get your %#@! (Come On, Come on)


You need to Call Tyrone
(Call Him)

And tell him I said come on

Now everytime I ask you for a little cash

You say no and turn right around and ask me for some $$#
Oh, Well hold up
Listen partna

I ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real
And you know the deal


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
Like Badu
I'm gon' tell you the truth

Showing groove
or get the boot


I think ya better, (Erykah Badu-He, he he)
(Call Him)
And tell him come on

Help you get your %#@!

You need to call Tyron

(Call Him)
Erykah Badu-"Hold On"
But ya can't use my phone