Danny - I Ain't The Walrus lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny!] Nothing left to prove So I'mma hit you with something thats extra smooth And I'mma give you a muffin with extra blue Berries necessary but you can pick them off That euphemism was lost Never take what I say at face value Marinate it, what I say, it may wow you Levitate, dont let negative space around you Feeling good, feeling great, how are you? Feeling good, feeling great, how are you? Still in the hood building eight, tower two Pilates with my gal-pal Spending royalty checks I got from Bow-Wow Ghostrider diseur on a world tour with Zsa Zsa Gabor Think I'll prank call Akon and Lady Gaga some more Nah, nah, you boring them Catch me in Manhattan in the Prada emporium My chick gotta sick shoe game But her hips too thick for the hoop chain Mayne, I put it on the Jenny Craig Diet, hire a private eye from Winnipeg I catch her slipping, then her food's mine Instead of steak, feed her limes, like Gertrude Stein And she'll be back normal in no time [Verse 2: Paris Artelli] Artelli Pa** the mic and I'mma running cla** We ain't running with you n***as, we just running past It's all work, I'm hustling like I'm running fast Ferricelli, past these n***as 'bout to feel my wrath I got a girl on each arm n***a do the math Walk and look booked b**h dig my fashion Don't phone, I'm higher than them lumberjacks So cold, hotter than a summer cla** Swing, let me hit em with the four-one Tell these grocery-bagging n***as in the store: run f** em all, haters see me but they dont speak f** em all, cause I'm probably in the boutique Flip two beats, get new sneaks Watch some ?, with a new freak Goddamn, we f**ing up the new sheets And my momma proud of me Abstract kid in that modern art gallery Overseas remixes just for the salary Hoping n***as on the phone trying to tell me sh** My momma on the other line trying, yelling sh** HD frames, closed door steez I'm hungry so I'm k**ing beasts for this grilled cheese We getting bread, I'm on my stronger sh** And I know that you feel this, f** you talking bout Willis? That Gary Coleman sh**, I'm on a roll and sh** Taking roll and sh**, you should believe in me Got my 120 shades you ain't seeing me Every chick you follow is up tweeting me Holla...