Alright, I'm gettin' tired of your shit You don't never buy me nothin' See every time you come around You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and 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, I think ya better call Tyrone (call him) And Tell him come on, help you get your shit (come on, 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 ass Oh, Well hold up, listen partna, I ain't no cheap thrill Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real you know the deal, nigga Every time 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'ma tell you the truth Showing groove or get the boot I think ya better (call him) And tell him come on, help you get your shit You need to call Tyrone (call him) Hold on but ya can't use my phone
![Love Of My Life - Erykah Badu [Instrumental]](/img/1.gif)
this was taken down, thanks for putting it back up
Maan thx for uploading again. Missed this track
With that vinyl sound too.. delicious
Perfect!
Thank You!!!
I'm taking 👌😁
😊 if you don't pick up Erykah Badu we going to have an issue l you got it I got it
I made this guy rage I song this in another way
Alright, I'm gettin' tired of your shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and 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, I think ya better call Tyrone (call him)
And Tell him come on, help you get your shit (come on, 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 ass
Oh, Well hold up, listen partna, I ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for real you know the deal, nigga
Every time 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'ma tell you the truth
Showing groove or get the boot
I think ya better (call him)
And tell him come on, help you get your shit
You need to call Tyrone (call him)
Hold on but ya can't use my phone
Trump moving music
Who produced this? I used the track… I want to make sure they get credit.
J Dilla.