Lyrics:
You're part of the math
You're part of the math
You're part of it all
You're part of the math
You're part of the math
The math, the math, the math
enough
I look into your eyes and all adds up
It takes two to make love baby
I'm sure of that
I'm one, you're one
You do the math
I'm one,
All my life trouble follows me like a mystery, girl
I've been chasing down a memory like a mystery, girl
I've been getting lost searching my soul
Karma police
Arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma police
Arrest this girl
Her Hitler
Calvin Klein
And cheap sunglasses from the five and dime
All the other girls in school they give her dirty looks
She got an "A" in math and never
Calvin Klein
And cheap sunglasses from the five and dime
All the other girls in school they give her dirty looks
She got an "A" in math and never
Karma police
Arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma police
Arrest this girl
Her Hitler
do to her
What you usually do to a girl who's skin's newer?"
In a world of sin you, this is turnin' into a
Torment tournament of sorts, Christmas
All my life trouble follows me like a mystery, girl
I've been chasing down a memory like a mystery, girl
I've been getting lost searching my soul
here because they asked, "Who?" (Girl)
And I said, "You"
Yeah all of this and I don't even know your name (your name)
I guess that's what I'll call
yeah, yeah)
Get off my dick (uh, hey)
Gimme the paw, gimme the ball, take the top shift (ball)
Call my girls and put 'em all on a spaceship (brr)
We was a-d-d-d-drivin' d-downtown L.A., About a-midnightb hour And it almost be -be -blew my mind, I got caught in a coloured shower. All
can't think straight with all this ass
I gotta lighten up like Sammy Sosa
And live La Vida Loca!
Okay, shawty, what's happenin'? (happenin')
Girl
addict (Math)
I'm a math madness these girls
They can't stand me (Math)
Why why why want a PS5 yeah
Baby I ain't stupid
PS5 I ride all night
For girl I
and it's always been you
And your daddy issues that's a fact
Oh it's true the constant is you
And that's math I can do
When every girl says the same exact
car"
All the ghetto girls say, "That's my car"
When we grow up, when we grow up
Ghetto children in the world say, "That's my car"
All the ghetto boys
back home fi di tournament
To party without fun dat nuh make no sense
So mi waan turn it up set di precedence
Have her fren dem a drink like
champagne
We met at the club, I fucked her the fire
She swam in the pool, I smoked in the spa
Girl and we ball, you robbin' Peter for Paul
Gotta keep
it again
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you
Math Prof Rock Star
All the girls in the class room think he's hot
He shows up wearing the sandals with the white socks
He hears them giggling
Just me hanging out naked
Mark: They love you Tom
Tom: They love me, so fuck everybody else!
Mark: yeah
Fuck all you guys out there that are
Cheering,
to share
Girl just say the word and I'm there
All I want to do is, maybe hit the clubs
And have a few drinks
Grab a bite to eat and head to the crib
So
You're the masterpiece from your head to your feet
Well educated plus you're so complete
Them other girls be hatin' 'cause you're so unique
I love you
against these other wizards?
How do I stand a chance against the girl who's part veela?
How do I measure up to Viktor Krum?
And all the girls have been
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