I got the dynamo of volition the po-po-position automatic transmission with low-ow emissions. I'm a brand new addition to the old edition with the love unconditional.



And I'm a drama abolitionist damn no opposition to my proposition half of a man half magician half a politician holdin' 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, get to say what you like procreation compositions already written by itself. Singin' heck is for the people not believin' in gosh.



(Chorus)

Good job, get 'em up way high gimmie gimmie that high five

Good times, get 'em way down low gimmie gimmie that low dough

Good god, bring 'em back again, gimmie gimmie that high ten



You're the best definition of good intention.





I do not answer a call if I 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 Jones's while waiting for guns and the roses to finish what we all suppose is gonna be shit so silly

Ooh, that shit so silly

bap bap bap bap bap bap so silly





Oh, fist knock bumpin' and wrist lock, twistin' up a rizla, Kid Icarus on the transistor, Nintendo givin' me the blister, girl bend over take it in the kisser



Best friends are hittin' on my sister, try to tell 'em that they still a wish-a, 'cause she already got herself a mister and besides that's gross don't wanna diss her. Now di-di-di-di-didn't I say?



(Chorus)

Good job, get 'em up way high gimmie gimmie that high five

Good times, get 'em way down low gimmie gimmie that low dough

Good god, bring 'em back again, gimmie gimmie that high ten



You're the best definition of good vs. evil



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 fish stick, my phone it beeps because I missed it





I do not answer the call if I do not know who is calling

Makin' no sense of it all say can I get a witness?

I'm only a boy in a story, just a hallucinatory trippin' on nothin' there is livin' in the wilderness

With a tiger spot on my back, livin' life of a cat

I just wanna relax here and write another rap tune

Drivin' off on a blind man's bike

I can say just what I like or nothin' can stop you



Good job, get 'em up way high gimmie gimmie that high five

Good times, get 'em way down low gimmie gimmie that low dough

Good god, bring 'em back again, gimmie gimmie that high ten



You're the best definition of good intentions.