Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

I got the dynamo of volition, the po-pole position

Automatic transmission with lo-ow emissions

I’m a brand-new edition 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

Holding the mic like ammunition

And my vision is as simple as light

*continue same chords until after chorus*

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.

'Heck' is for the people not believin' in 'gosh'

Chorus 1

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 and gimme, gimme that high ten.

You’re the best definition of good intention.

I do not answer the 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’, while waiting for Guns and the Roses

To finish what we all suppose is gonna be the shit that’s silly.

Oh fists knocked, bumpin’ in wristlock, twistin’ up a Rizla.

Kid Icirus on the transistor, Nintendo been givin’ me the blister.

I bend over take it in the kisser.

My best friends are hittin’ on my sister.

Try to tell ‘em that they still a wisher.

Cause she already got herself a mister.

And, besides, that’s gross to wanna diss her.

A-di-di-di-di-di-didn’t I say, didn’t I say….

Chorus 2

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 and gimme, gimme that high ten.

You’re the best definition of good versus 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.

I’m 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.

With a 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,

You can say just what you like but

Nothing can stop you…

Chorus 3

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 and gimme, gimme that high ten.

You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best,

You’re the best, You’re the best, You’re the best.

You’re the best definition of good intention.

You’re the best definition of good intention.

You’re the best around!