Letra The dynamo of volition Jason Mraz

The dynamo of volition

I've got the dynamo of volition

With po po 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, get to say what you like
Procreation

Compositions already written by themselves

Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh

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

Will you answer 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

That shitàs so silly x3

Oh, fists like bumping wrist lock
twisting up a rizla

Kid Icarus on the transister

Nintendo been givin' me the blister

I bend over take it in the kisser

Best friend's a-hitting on my sister.

Try to tell him that he's still a wisher

Cuz she already got herself a mister

And besides that's gross to want to dis her
D-d-d-d-didn't I say that shitàs 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

Tiger spot on my back

Living life of a cat

I just wanna relax here

And write another rap tune

Driving off on your blind man's bike

I can say just what you like

Or nothing can 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 intensions