now keep in mind that i'm an artist
and i'm sensitive about my shit

i'm gettin' tired of your shit
u dont never buy me nothin
and every tim u come around
u gotta bring jim , john , paul and tyrone
now why cant we be by our selves
sometimes
see i've been havin this on my mind
for a long time
i just wanned to be
u and me
like it used to be
baby
but u dont know
how to act
so matter of fact
i think u better call tyrone
call him
and tell him to come on
help u get ur shit
u need to call tyrone
call him
and tell i say come on
now every time i ask u for a little cash
u said no and turn around and ask me for some ass
hold up listen partner i aint no cheap thrill
'cause miss badu always comin for real
u know deal
nigga
every we go somewhere i gotta reach down in my pears
to pay ur way
and ur homeboys way
and sometimes ur cousins way
they dont never have to pay
dont have no cars
hang around in bars
try to hang around with stars
like badu
i'll tell u the truth
showin proof
forget the (tu nie rozumiem;]]],0)
i think u better call tyrone
call him
and tell him to come on help u get ur shit
u need to cal tyrone
but u cant use my phone

take my pills , pay my bills
i'm here to let u know
that what i feel is real

light my cons
sing my song
i dont give deam if im right or wrong