No Flex Zone Remix Lyrics

[Verse 1: Watsky]

I'm jubilant with a stupid grin

Your screw's loose where do you begin?

I call my dude and I tell him I'm boonin' and 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' him to 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 cheapin' 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 ass 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 filled with 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, but my mind too

If a dog's gonna bark, then I'll find you

But if you scratchin' on the bark of the wrong tree

And I'll reach you then I'll eat you, I'm hungry

Cause I don't care if you're a sex machine

Little man, move along to the next vagine

I could slide up in the west and I blessed the scene, the queen

Here to flex on the next regime, my team

Is impeccable, wrecking every consecutive sucker

That wanna step up and knock us off the pedestal

You're pitiful, lookin' just like the next goon

Put 'em all on a rocket to Neptune

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Watsky and Amy Heidemann]

[Watsky:]

Roll up to a tender bash

And you get whiplash like a ten car crash

With Kim Kardashian's ass, get a flash

Passenger side of the Jaguar's dash

[Amy Heidemann:]

I come through late like Dre with Detox

If these elite jocks, I'll say we're ewoks

[Watsky:]

Chumps with wee caps, pull up your knee socks

Then pump your Reeboks, then jump the tree tops

[Amy Heidemann:]

Skintone fair, syndrome rare

The peasant is unpleasant but the king don't care

Let them all call like 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

[Watsky:]

I be rubbin' my nipples, givin' the public a sample

I'm a ridiculous [?] bubbly personality

Hit 'em with the fatality, lickety-split

[Amy Heidemann:]

A lot of petty people, they don't get the simplest shit

[Watsky:]

They don't mean diddly squat, do they? Now riddle me that

[Amy Heidemann:]

We be the pitbulls, nibble on these kittens and cats

[Watsky:]

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

[Amy Heidemann:]

We be the pick of the litter, keepin' it mentally locked

[Watsky:]

I got a lot of opinions, more than a centipede's socks

[Amy Heidemann:]

And I open up the door when my enemy knocks

[Watsky:]

They're gonna be checkin' me, they're gonna be in the penalty box

[Amy Heidemann:]

Lookin' a bit like a hockey player with a messed-up enamel

[Watsky:]

And I be clickin' the button for the Discovery Channel

[Watsky and Amy Heidemann:]

Until I'm kickin' the bucket, so kiss my butt, I'm an animal

And I get more hump than a couple of camels