| | Am7 |
| I got the dyna | mo of volition, the po-pole position |
| | Em | F |
| Autom | atic transmission with | lo-ow emissions |
| | Am7 |
| I'm a | brand-new edition to the old edition |
| | Em | F |
| With the | love unconditi | onal. |
| | Am7 |
| And I'm a | drama abolitionist |
| | Em |
| Damn no opposition to my | proposition. |
| | F | Am7 |
| Half of a | man, half magician, half a | politician |
| Holding the mic like ammunition |
| | Em | F |
| 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' |
| 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. |
| | Dm | Em | F |
| | I do not answer the | call if I do not know who is | calling. |
| | G |
| I guess the whole point of it | all is that we never know really. |
| | Dm | Em | F |
| I'm | tryin' to keep with the | Jones', while waiting for Guns and the | Roses |
| | G |
| 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
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