Gotta do it for the foxy mathematical mamas
(The first letter of the alphabet is… Ayyy!)
Hate to be obtuse, but mmmm, they’re so acute
Ima be their derivative
So I can lay tangent to their curves
Mathsiiide!
You see you searchin’ for somebody who can calculate the tip tonight
Don’t need no calculator darlin’, Ima do it in my mind
For computin’ numbers baby yeah you know I’m always willin’
and able
Cuz as a little math gangsta mommy taught me all my times tables
When you’re countin’ by twos, you look so confused
Shawty you know you need some math skills in your world
You subtract without purpose, sweaty and nervous
I wish you would please stop cussin’ at me girl
I wanna make math in this class (in this class, in this class)
I wanna make math in this class (in this class, in this class, in this
class)
I’ll list the digits of pi until your pretty little head explodes
You’ll be screamin’ out my name all night in binary code *1
I promise that I’m only attracted babe to your mind
Let’s rendezvous and solve word problems deep into the night
When you’re countin’ by fives, you break out in hives
I see you’ve been workin’ that problem all day
You divide with no purpose, your math skills are worthless
You can close your eyes but the problem won’t go away
I wanna make math in this class (in this class, in this class)
I wanna make math in this class (in this class, in this class)
I wanna make math in this class (in this class, in this class)
I wanna make math in this class (in this class, in this class, in this
class)
Whatcha doin’ on my left side, you doin’ on my right
That’s fundamental math baby, why you tryin’ to fight?
Intellectually, numerically, algebraically and graphically
Just turn the key to the nth degree, I guarantee it’ll set you free
I’m shiftin’ into math mode, transmission’s automatic
Lil’ mama I be lovin’ how you workin’ my quadratic
Calculations so seductive, that’s how I entice you with ‘em
Raise you to a higher power with my natural logarithm
Saw you smile, I heard you laugh
While slidin’ down my polar graph *2
English haters, feel the wrath
Their game is lame like a bad rough draft
On the table, in the bath
I want your whole, not just your half
I’m a bad mofo, so call me Shaft
We’re on the path to makin’ math
Baby, you plus me equals a beautiful formula for love
Let’s just lay around and compute the ratio of the golden sextangle
*3
Yeah, that ratio makes me feel like an irrational number around you
You just keep pressin’ my calculator buttons baby
And we’ll meet up over on the mathside (yeah)
The noted lines were sanitized for the “clean”
version of the song, played at the prom:
*1 You’ll
be spellin’ out my name all day in binary code
*2 While sketching out a cubic graph
*3 Let’s just lay around and compute
the ratio of the golden rectangle
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