numbers

Lyrics

add the bass y'all, add the trumpet y'all, dooo ooohhh, well i'm a five on a good day, six i got plenty of things i need to fix, a bigger chest and dimples in my face, with those i could be pushin' seven or eight, guitar in hand add a point to my score, no car slide me down to a four, six feet with a pair of blue eyes, brings me back up to a five, greater than less than equal to, we're making this way to mathematical, the value of personality seems to be dead, all walkin' around with numbered halo's on our heads, well, threes want fours and fours want fives, eights think nines have much better lives, and it's a reasonable question to ask, i guess it's all how ya doing the math, and i can sit and i can lie to you, and say this somethin' that i don't do, but i'm another number crunchin' fool, who's calculators' way overused, greater than less than equal to, you're making this way to mathematical, the value of personality seems to be dead, all walkin' around with numbered halo's on our heads, and i'm thinking, just one time i wish i could have a nine, she'd be hot and she'd be mine just one time, but for every nine there's a two, starting back at you, wishing you would do what you wanted the nine to, heeey heeeeyyy, noooo noooo, 90% of the mental judicial system is based solely on superficial intuition, to me that seems a bit strange, only talk to people who we think we might be kissin', that's a lot of ideas to be dismissing, we leave it to humans to choose the criteria we can't change, it doesn't make sense, no doesn't make sense, doesn't make sense, for the numbers to be where we are concentrating, in my minor sense i condense in my minor sense, asymetrical interactions, simply evaporating i'm a five on a good day six, got plenty of things need to fix, i need a formula or some sort of plan to try to focus on the soda not the can, doo oooohhhh