Jim, John, Paul & Tyrone

Check It… Today was a rainy, gloomy, yet somehow aphrodisiacal sexy day.

I was taking a ride just jamming on the one, listening to the radio. Whoa... the DJ just had me going. I was just rockin like what. I dare you to peep over and say something. I mean a kidd was breakin’ it down.

Then the DJ went back on me with some Erykah Badu classic – Tyrone (Extended Version). I said wait a minute, go on Erykah. This is the joint before you was crazy g’rl. Then it hit me. I said let me put this car on cruise control and listen in.

Shhh, now listen

I’m gettin’ tired of your shit
You don’t never buy me nothin’
And every time you come around
You gotta bring Jim, John, Paul and Tyrone

Now, 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 you don’t know how to act
So matter of fact

I think you better call Tyrone
(Call him)
And tell him, come on, help you get yout shit
(Come on, come on, come on)

Pause ~ Now this my part…

Now, every time I ask you for a little cash
You say no but turn right around
And ask me for some ass

Now hold up. . . Jim, John, Paul, Tyrone, and Ass… Hell is Tyrone a main character in R. Kelly’s Trapped in the Closet Vol. 1-5? Somethin' don't sound right.