Buck 65 - Square Two lyrics

The man with the hair would talk real loud
He made feel proud for not being afraid
He helped me get over my fear of the dark
And of the unknown in the year of the shark
We'd meet in secret at the ends of the weeks
And we were friends of the
Freaks and the misunderstood
We'd listen to jazz, or go for a drive
And i'm just glad we both were alive
And everyone knew that the giant was john
And no one had heard him once say a bad word
Some say he's perverted, or maybe a manchild
Just 'cause his imagination ran wild
And what's wrong with that
In a world gone-a-fishing?
You want to run away from a man on a mission
Wow bob, wow wake up and smell the coffee
Enjoy the scenery and the sounds of machinery
Me and the man with the
Hair would compare notes
We both wear boots and drink rootbeer floats


We told jokes with old folks
And lit things on fire
And we all fall down in a small small town
But now it's dark
And we follow the weird words of murmuring
Burglars and murderers further than
Our father figures
The nasty, ghastly, devious, and blasphemous
Provides a more lasting fascination
For us both (Song 2 - "Stupid"
Appeared on the album "Boy-Girl Fight")
Swimming upstream
Young men and women are fiending for
Immediate intimacy with no limitiations
Alas, the skirts don't hide the shadows
Cast by the bare ass on the dancefloor
Sexual warfare wait's in the staircase
And therefore most of them probably
Shouldn't even really be there
In the first place
Unarmed soldiers of lust rub shoulders
With those older and more immature than them
It's disgusting, yet intruiging to see
Overachieving greasers unleashing themselves
Upon the female species
Especially when the weather gets
Warmer and then the whole entire wardrobe
Is normally informal for your information
The hats are worn backwards
And so are the morals when
The girls wear overalls
It's a sensitive issue involving insecurity
Maturity levels
And lots of toilet tissue 'cause

The girls are desperate
But the boys are even hornier
The rose smells sweet
But the stem is even thornier
It's a match made in purgatory
What more do you want to know?
The girls get goosebumps and
Nipples to notice but no one knows how to
Communicate it's useless when
Lies are told with closed eyes and
Everybody tries to disguise their own
Flaws when the guys go
"we need females and we read details"
It's card tricks and hard dicks
And a beat that goes like "uh uh uh yeah
Uh huh uh uh yeah" the neat part of the meat
Market apart from the
Darkness and lots of narcotics to
Me is the hard rocks
No one needs to be told twice
There's plenty of cold ice
Just tight pants and old spice who
Take shots and roll dice
The carpets are crumby with puke
Coming out of them it's putrid and stupid
Why don't you make a contribution
To the plan-gathering, as a matter fact, word
What do you say, this thursday?

The girls are desperate
But the boys are even hornier
The rose smells sweet
But the stem is even thornier
It's a match made in purgatory
What more do you want to know?

It smells like everything inside
Of the hideout
But i doubt anyone really wants to know why
Oh my, goodness gracious
The place is basically bulging
With people indulging in, all kinds of fabric
It's a magical buffet of pheromones and flesh
That defies all logic
It's just like dodgeball
But instead of a ball
The contestants throw around the
Head of a doll
And I don't know what it means
But it makes it worth the cost alone
Even with the overflowing
Load of testosterone
The sexual appetites are salty, it's a circus
The circuit's are faulty
And everybody's uptight
With sweat stains and jet planes
And hot rod love songs
Blistering kisses for every mister and misses
In the same of time it takes
For you to make a sandwich, love
You can probably find someone for
You to take advantage of
'Cause the girls are desperate
But the boys are even hornier
The rose smells sweet
But the stem is even thornier
It's a match made in purgatory
What more do you want to know?

(Song 3)
My long lost best friend was born to be wild
When i was a kid, i conformed to his style
B-boy deluxe from yankees to canucks
With connects and contacts
And always came correct exact him
Except he was easily distracted by sleaziness
Even when we should've been practicing
Because back when we had peach fuzz
He was freaking out each weekend
And speaking of waiting for the
End of the world he befriended a girl with a
Heart made of glass
And was afraid to ask if he was
Falling in love, falling
Asleep, falling apart, or all the above
He was a fling, and she was his weakness
Kissing his cheeks and playing
With his paychecks
At breakneck speed he was heading
For a dead end pretending he was healthy
And defending himself
He would always exaggerate and
Use his imagination
Waiting for someone to say "congradulations
"
But i wasn't exactly happy for him, actually
After turning his back to me gradually
I call it a tragedy, watching him disappear
This year it's crystal clear, listen here

Stop this crazy thing, you're all dressed up
With nowhere to go
And your head's all messed up
Stop this crazy thing, you're all dressed up
With nowhere to go
And your head's all messed up
Stop this crazy thing, you're all dressed up
With nowhere to go
And your head's all messed up
Stop this crazy thing, you're all dressed up
With nowhere to go
And your head's all messed up
Stop this crazy thing, you're all dressed up
With nowhere to go
And your head's all messed up