Buck 65 - Bachelor Of Science Lyrics
I try to be nice and take care of my appearancesKeep outta trouble and trifle interferencesThe bachelor of science I run my own companySomebody call me, my number's unlistedSome stories are straight and others come twistedWomen's intuition and young gals luckEvery girl I know has a crush on "rap...who?"Boys may cheat, either that or they might leave herAll I wanna do is dance, I've got Saturday night feverSo let me rearrange my sock drawers alone behind locked doorsAnd have scrambled eggs for breakfast and sit and read the box scoresBut I'm not tryin to score points withI'd rather read the Bible than use its pages to roll joints withI get what I want but got no one to share it withA feeling in my chest and nothin to compare it withThe bachelor of science, I run my own companyShow me your photographs and tell me a ghost storyAs long as it doesn't involved your ex-boyfriendStars glow in the dark until the first sign of daylightI like human contact but I don't like to play fightThe desperado knows just how at peace we areIn the bed ***** watchin movies on the VCRColor me see through and tickle my favorite inchTurn 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 awareAnd sure of myself
