I Ain't The Walrus Lyrics

Nothing left to prove
So I'm a hit you with something that's extra smooth
And I'm a give you a muffin with extra blue
Berries necessary, but you can pick em off
That euphemism is lost
Never take what I say at face value
Marinate what I say it may wow you
Levitate don't let negative space around you
Feeling good feeling great how are you
Feeling good feeling great how are you
Still in the hood building eights how are two
Pilates with my gal pal
Spending royalty checks I got from Bow Wow Ghost writer diseur on the world tour with Zsa Zsa Gabor
I think I'll prank Akon and Lady Gaga some more
Nah nah you borin em
Catch me in Manhattan at the Prada Emporium
My chick got a sick shoe game
But her hips too thick for the hoop chain mayne
I put her on the Jenny Craig
Diet, hire a private eye from Winnipeg
I catch her slippin than her foods mine
Instead of steak feed her limes like Gertrude Stein
And she'll be back to normal in no time

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