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