Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Flex Zone, artist - Watsky. Date of issue: 25.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Flex Zone |
| 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 ass with the fabric of time and space |
| No flex zone, no flex zone |
| They know better, they know better |
| No flex zone, no flex zone |
| They know better, they know better |
| 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 sex 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 sucker |
| 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 |
| No flex zone, no flex zone |
| They know better, they know better |
| No flex zone, no flex zone |
| They know better, they know better |
| You roll up to attend our bash |
| And you get whiplash like a ten car crash |
| With Kim Kardashian's ass, get a flash |
| Out the passenger 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 shit |
| 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 button for the Discovery Channel |
| Until I'm kickin' the bucket, so kiss my butt, I'm an animal |
| And I get more hump than a couple of camels |