Tyrone
Bertie Blackman
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Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 (Verse 1) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 I'm getting tired of your shit You don't ever buy me nothing Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 See every time you come around You gotta bring Jim James, Paul and Tyrone Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 See, why can we be by ourselves sometimes? Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 I've been having this on my mind for a long time Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 I just want it to be you and me like it used to be, baby Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 But you don't know how to act So matter a fact, Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 I think you better call Tyrone (Call him) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 And tell him come home (Come on, Come on, Come on) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Yeah you better call Tyrone (Call) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Tell him I said come home. (Verse 2) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Now every time I ask you for a little cash Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 You say "Naw," but turn right around and ask me for some ass Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Oh, woah, well, hold up, listen, partner I ain't no cheap thrill Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Cause like Miss Badu's I'm always comin' for real -you know the deal Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Every time we go somewhere I gotta reach down in my purse Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 To pay your way And your homeboys way And sometimes your cousins way Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 They don't ever have to pay Don't have no cars Hang around in bars -Try to hang around with stars Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Like Badu I'm gonna tell you truth oh Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 You better call up Tyrone (Call him) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 And tell him come home (Come on, Come on, Come on) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Yeah you better call up Tyrone (Call) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 But you can't use my phone. (Verse 3) (with palm muting) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 So take my heels, don't pay my pills, I'm here to let you know the way I feel. Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Reeeaaaaaaalllllllll nah nah nah Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Wrong or right, you need to tell your boy to find another place Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 to watch that god damn fight. Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 So like my cool, don't sing a sound, I don't give a shit if you can't Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Get it, you can't get, you can't get it on nooooo Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 So get up off your knees and dance boy, so I'm going to sing it to the preacher man boy Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 I think you better callllllll him Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 You better call up Tyrone (Call him) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 And tell him come home (Come on, Come on, Come on) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 Yeah you better call up Tyrone (Call) Bbm7 Ebm7 F#7 F7 But you can't use my phone.
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