Jason Mraz – The Dynamo Of Volition Lyric

aus dem Album We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things

I've got the dynamo of volition
With pole position
Automatic transmission with low 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 time
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 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
While waiting for guns and the roses
To finish what we all suppose is
That shit's so silly

Oh, fist like pumpin and wrist lock
twisting up me a rizla
Kid Icarus on the transister
Nintendo been givin' me the blister
I bend over take it in the kisser

Best friends are hittin' on my sister.
Try to tell them that they still wish-a
Cuz she already got herself a mister
And besides that's gross to want to dis her
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
And my phone it beeps because I missed it.

I do not answer the call when
I do not know who you are then
Makin' no sense of it all is
Say can I get a witness

I'm only a boy in a story
Just a hallucinatory
Trippin' on nothing there is
Living in a wilderness

Tiger spot on my back
Living life of a cat
I just wanna relax here
And sing another rap tune
Driving off on a blind man's bike
You can say just what I like
Or nothing can stop you

Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high five
Good time
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 intention