Buck 65 Bsc.
I try to be nice and take care of my appearances Keep outta trouble and trifle interferences The bachelor of science I run my own company Somebody call me, my number's unlisted Some stories are straight and others come twisted Women's intuition and young gals luck Every girl I know has a crush on rap...who? Boys may cheat, either that or they might leave her All I wanna do is dance, I've got Saturday night fever So let me rearrange my sock drawers alone behind locked doors And have scrambled eggs for breakfast and sit and read the box scores But I'm not tryin to score points with I'd rather read the Bible than use its pages to roll joints with I get what I want but got no one to share it with A feeling in my chest and nothin to compare it with The bachelor of science, I run my own company Show me your photographs and tell me a ghost story As long as it doesn't involved your ex-boyfriend Stars glow in the dark until the first sign of daylight I like human contact but I don't like to play fight The desperado knows just how at peace we are In the bed naked watchin movies on the VCR Color me see through and tickle my favorite inch Turn the ringer off and thank God for David Lynch I wanna show girls that I love them(6X) I hope to goodness that I'll always be aware And sure of myself
