Jason Mraz - Gypsy MC lyrics

I ain't got nobody baby, yeah
That I can call my Shorty

I'd like to give a shout out to all my VIPs
And individualize, because I'm an MC
I can, because I care
Because my family's here
Because I (because I what?)
Because I (cause I what?)
Because I appreciate the mentality of music
I'm saving all my sentences unless
Of course I'm smoothly spoken
The Quiet type -the kind to watch out for
No man of the clan
I'm perpetrating the scam -
Sure i'm the boy with the Fallopian voice
Straight from the sleeve of
Any wizard of choice i got the reason to be
Roaming out the coverage area
Send me the bill if all
My loving is scaring ya
Dare you to dream the way that I believe -
Got the skill to go commando in any fatigues
I got the best damn band in the music scene
But, I can also flow solo or just let it be

Because of the love
Oh, your self-realization is your if, and
And but but, you got to know your name
Before the play of the game
Keep a level headed check on
Your health and stay sane
Adjust the tack on the track
The needle's on the record
Prepared for playback

Sajak, could I buy another vowel?
I need another clue and I
Could also use a towel
And how goes the medium tempo
Slaying all the teachers like
The class of '84
And down low you know my fidelity's go
But, I would never hurt a
Fly with my flip-flops on

I Got control i keep a clean toilet bowl -
2000 flushes blue and still going strong
Do I do what I do for the sake of the song
Coming through on the radio? Naw
It's for you
This is proof -my own story's a spoof
I'll always be a gypsy or forever be aloof
And if you never get to
Liking me it's okay too
But, you made it this far so
Pay your toll at the booth
Yes, you've made it this far so
Pay your toll at the gate
Yes, you've made it this far
So pay attention to that
Yes, you've made it this far so sing
Along with the guy in the hat

Say we ain't got no dope (that's right)
All I got's my 40 (hey-ey eyeah)
Ain't got nobody, baby (yeah eh)
That I can call my shorty

True or false? Well, I can be a sensitive man
With sensible plans for the everyday woman
And I can keep you eating out
The palm of my hand
Because the dope that we smoked
Was grown on my land
The words I burn they don't come from a can
The movie in my mind will
Be the winner at Cannes so take your chance
Apply for full or part-time romance
Cleverer the better, measure up to whatever

Cause it don't matter how tall, how fat
Or how small
Equal opportunities are open to all
The casting call the line forms down the hall
All you need is ID that
Shows that you're legal
But people with egos, a
Freak show, a syndrome, you best not go
You know I don't need those
If you got a problem that
I really ought to read
Then post it on the web care of R-K-O-P
It's easy like me but a bit less than cheesy
Go heavy on the melody and
Add a dash of pickin'
If you can't stand the kitchen
Get the hell out the heat
To meet with the geek all
You need is a heartbeat
And to meet with the geek on the street
All you got to do is
Know how to repeat, repeat, repeat
So come on and sing this chorus with me

See, we ain't no dope

All I got's my 40, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby, yeah
That I can call my shorty

Well, I'm type A positive and just
The way I like it
Right away I'm satisfied with my
Food before I try it
Can't deny it to save my life
I'm never lying to brave this mic without
The same thing twice
Is actually an act to staying up all night
With the mood just right
And the purchase of a flight
From the west coast to these northern lights
It's Aurora Borealis' company that
I'm tight with

Despite everything that you've heard
I'll admit they're mostly true and
I'll be keeping my word
By doing double-duty on a
Search for new verbs
And report to work early to deliver the worm
With a back well covered by
My buddies of ease
There ain't no way in hell that I
Will ever have to say please
And breaking all the codes
On the latest machines
Well I will even let you download me for free
(for free, for free)

All I got's my 40, hey hey
Ain't got nobody, baby, yeah eh
That I can call my shorty