I've got the dynamo of volition   The po-pole position   Automatic transmission with lo-ow emissions   I'm a brand new addition to the old edition   With the love unconditional      I'm a drama abolitionist   Damn no opposition to my proposition   Half of a man, half magician   Half a politician, holding the mic   Like ammunition, and my vision   Is as simple as light      Ain't no reason we should be in a fight   No demolition, get to vote   To get to say what you like   Procreation, composition   Already written by itself   Singing heck is for the people not believin' in gosh      Good God   Get 'em up way high   Can you gimme that high five?   Good times   Get 'em way down low   And gimme gimme that low dough      Good God   Bring 'em back again   Gimme gimme that high ten   You're the best definition of good intentions      Will you answer a call if   You do not know who is calling?   I guess the whole point of it all is   That we never know really      I'm tryin' to keep with the Joneses   Like waiting for guns and the roses   To finish what we all suppose is   The shit so silly   That shit's so silly   That shit's so silly   It's so silly      Oh, fist knock bumping and wrist lock   Twisting up a rRzla   Kid Icarus on the transistor   Nintendo gig been givin' me the blister   Bend over take it in the kisser      Best friends a-hitting on my sister   Try to tell them that they still a wisher   Cuz she already got herself a mister   And besides that's gross to want to dis her   D-d-didn't I say that shit's so silly?      I do not keep up with statistics   I do not sleep without a mistress   I do not eat unless it's fixed with   Some kind of sweet like a licorice      My home is deep inside the mystics   I'm known to keep diggin' on existence   I'm holdin' in the heat like a fishstick   My phone it beeps because I missed it      I do not answer the call when   I do not know who you are then   Making no sense of it all   Say, can I get a witness?      I'm only a boy in a story   Just a hallucinatory   Trippin' on nothing there is   Living in the wilderness      With a tiger spot on my back   Living life of a cat   I just wanna relax here   And write another rap tune      Driving off on a blind man's bike   I can say just what I like   Oh nothing can stop you   Can't stop you, can't stop you, can't stop you      Good job   Get 'em up way high   Gimme gimme that high five   Good times   Get 'em way down low   Gimme gimme that low dough      Good God   Bring 'em back again   Gimme gimme that high ten   You're the best definition of good intentions