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