I'M Yours
Jason Mraz
4:03I got the dynamo of volition, the p-pole position Automatic transmission with l-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 to get to say what you like, procreation Composition already written by itself Singin' heck is for the people not believin' in gosh Good God 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 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 Woo, that shit so silly (woo, woo, woo) Woo-hoo, that shit's so silly (woo-hoo, woo-hoo) Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, it's so silly, mm Oh, fists knock bumping And wrists locked twisting up a rizla Kid Icarus on the transistor Nintendo giving me the blister I bend over take it in the kisser Best friends are hitting on my sister Try to tell 'em that they still a wisher 'Cause she already got herself a mister And besides, that's gross, don't wanna diss her A-d-d-d-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 digging on existence I'm holding in the heat like a fish stick My phone it beeps because I missed it I do not answer the call when 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 a blind man's bike I can say just what I like Oh, nothing can stop you (Can stop you, can stop you, 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 intentions