Watsky - No Flex Zone (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Watsky] I'm jubilant with a stupid grin Which screw's loose? Where do you begin? I call my dude and I tell him what room I'm in Then moon him from the window of the looney bin He's fuming, cause I'm really being rude again I ruin my connection to my human kin And so I'm movin' into the kennel Settle down with the goof troop Snoop, and it's juice and gin Took my Tylenol, and took a violent fall When I tried to crawl, up the asylum wall Watsky sippin' Carlo Rossi All the foxy ladies, I can drunk dial 'em all Because I can be in seventeen places at once While seventeen me's puff a hundred seventy blunts And while I'm chiefin' in DC with Eric Holder I'm sharing marijuana with the mayor of Boulder Colorado, but the air is colder When I'm in the south pole, where the bears are polar I crap on the critics who deny my place Then wipe my a** with the fabric of time and space [Hook: Amy Heidemann] No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better [Verse 2: Amy Heidemann] I know, the city, it be full of crap Plastic pretty women, hear my knuckles crack Out on Hollywood Boulevard poppin' those silicone humps Like it was a roll of bubble wrap I keep my fingernails sharp, and my mind too If the dog's gonna bark, then I'll find you But if you scratchin' on the bark of the wrong tree And I reach you then I'll eat you, I'm hungry Cause I don't care if you're a s** machine Little man, move along to the next vagine I can slide up in the west and I bless the scene, the queen Here to flex on the next regime, my team Is impeccable, wrecking every consecutive s**er That wanna step up and knock us off of the pedestal You're pitiful, lookin' just like the next goon Put 'em all on a rocket to Neptune [Hook: Amy Heidemann] No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better [Verse 3: Watsky & Amy Heidemann] You roll up to attend our bash And you get whiplash like a ten car crash With Kim Kardashian's a**, get a flash Out the pa**enger side of the Jaguar's dash I come through late like Dre with Detox If these elite jocks, I'll say we're ewoks Chumps with weak hops, pull up your knee socks Then pump your Reeboks, then jump the tree tops Skintone fair, syndrome rare The peasant is unpleasant but the king don't care Let them all call, let my ringtone blare While the beat bump, bump like a ingrown hair Bump, bump like a ingrown, bump like a ingrown Bump, bump, bump like a ingrown hair Cut through the jungle in the middle of nowhere I'm steady with my machete, I'm ready to go there I be rubbin' my nipples, givin' the public a sample Of my ridiculous, ample, jiggly, bubbly personality Hit 'em with the fatality, lickety-split A lot of petty people, they don't get the simplest sh** They don't mean diddly squat, do they? Now riddle me that We be the pitbulls, nibble on these kittens and cats Eat 'em like Kibbles 'n Bits, leavin' them stiff on their back Give them a wag of the finger, never a tip of the cap We be the pick of the litter, keepin' it mentally locked I got a lot of opinions, more than a centipede's socks And I open up the door when my enemy knocks They're gonna be checkin' me, then they're gonna be in the penalty box Lookin' a bit like a hockey player with a messed up enamel And I be clickin' the bu*ton for the Discovery Channel [Outro: Watsky & Amy Heidemann] Until I'm kickin' the bucket, so kiss my bu*t, I'm an animal And I get more hump than a couple of camels