Magnetic Lyrics

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

Just got into a fist fight with the pope

For giving me the bad eye

Had to show him the ropes

Just playing poker in Disneyland

Havin' a good time

I don't care

They kick me out the gates, I'll do it again

If you wanna be a little bit more magnetic

Then you got to get a little bit more energetic

If you wanna be a little bit more kinesthetic

Then you got to get a little bit

Then you got to get a little bit

Sixty-five year old guys ride bikes

'Cause they got a record of at least three DUIs

Disorderly conduct under auroras

Pedal down the highway, wave as they pass by

On the other side, listen to the engine of a

Twenty one Honda Ridgeline, muffler missing

Monster drink sticker stuck in the back of a tinted truck

Windows, peer inside, sitting in the cab

Guy named Chad, some alt-right white boy

Bumping Tom MacDonald trash while his girl Ashley says

"Hey, this song ain't half bad, ya know

I'm not that big into rap, I'm more a fan of country"

Chad replies, "Yeah, it's funny neither am I"

(I wonder what the difference is?)

Across town some tourists plan a route

On the mountain they'll heli ski down

Coats bright, colors from a distance, they look like

Skittles when they're walking in big groups if you squint

They got a lot of money

SO MUCH MONEY

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

I'm running a hospital in the back of my car

Vaccines made outta highway tar

I'm living in a commune with three different wives

Made outta straw, they're made outta straw

If you wanna be a little bit more magnetic

Then you got to be a little bit more energetic

If you wanna be a little bit more magnetic

Then you got to get a little bit

Then you got to get a little bit

Then you got to get a little bit

Then you got to get a little bit

Then you got to get a little bit

Then you got to get a little bit

Alright, true story, hanging with my girl

She thinks I'm the biggest loser of the world

And I told her, "hey if you're dating a loser

That kind of means you're a loser too," she was mad

And to apologize, I looked in her eyes and said

Look, I got something for you baby

I got an Applebee's gift card

With your name on it, baby

Your name on it baby

I got an Applebee's gift card

With your name on it, baby

Your name on it baby

I got an Applebee's gift card

With your name on it, baby

Your name on it baby

I got an Applebee's GIFT CARD

WITH YOUR NAME ON IT BABY

YOUR NAME ON IT BABY!

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah)

WHOA YEAH (Oh yeah

Don't mean, don't mean, don't mean to judge

Don't mean, don't mean, don't mean to judge

Don't mean, don't mean, don't mean to judge

Don't mean, don't mean, don't mean to judge

I don't mean to judge

I don't care that much

I don't mean to judge

I don't care that much

I don't mean to judge

I don't care that much

I don't mean to judge

I don't care that much

(Just got into a fist fight with the pope!)

In my future I hope to be a YouTube rapper of sorts

Try to get my own cohorts and sing and rap really fast

With a bunches of lyrics that will go past you so

Flippity Skippity Hippity Rap eh oh Lippity Kippity

It'll just be so crazy, baby maybe I can even go and feeling

Like I'm gravy or something else or like potatoes

Or something more