There's always a number that'll make you feel better 'bout yourself
You try to measure up, try to measure up to somebody else
Numbers are out to get you, numbers are out to get you
Numbers, ooh
They say that you're too short to join the team
And your Iq's too low for poetry
Numbers are out to get you, numbers are out to get you
Numbers, ooh

I hear the sadness in your laughter
So call on me and tell me what you need
Just call on me and tell me what you need

Look at him, look at her, they've got a million likes
You better figure out to how to multiply, divide
Numbers are out to get you, they'll kill you if they get you
Numbers, ooh

I hear the sadness in your laughter
Call on me and tell me what you need
Just call on me and tell me what you need

And then one number zero
In the end, does it matter?
All that we even really know
Is every nail needs a hammer
But the numbers I compute
When we look and the two becomes one
(Two point zero one one two three five one two)

I hear the sadness in your laughter
I hear the sadness in your laughter