Karmin - No Flex Zone Remix Lyrics
[Verse 1: Watsky]I'm jubilant with a stupid grinYour screw's loose where do you begin?I call my dude and I tell him I'm boonin' and then moon himFrom the window of the looney binHe's fuming, cause I'm really being rude againI ruin my connection to my human kinAnd so I'm movin' him to the kennelSettle down with the goof troopSnoop, and it's juice and ginTook my TylenolAnd took a violent fallWhen I tried to crawlUp the asylum wallWatsky sippin' Carlo RossiAll the foxy ladies, I can drunk dial 'em allBecause I can be in seventeen places at onceWhile seventeen me's puff a hundred seventy bluntsAnd while I'm cheapin' in DC with Eric HolderI'm sharing marijuana with the mayor of BoulderColorado, but the air is colderWhen I'm in the south pole, where the bears are polarI crap on the critics who deny my placeThen wipe my ass with the fabric of time and space[Hook: Amy Heidemann]No flex zone, no flex zoneThey know better, they know betterNo flex zone, no flex zoneThey know better, they know better[Verse 2: Amy Heidemann]I know, the city, it be filled with crapPlastic pretty women, hear my knuckles crackOut on Hollywood Boulevard poppin' those silicone humpsLike it was a roll of bubble wrapI keep my fingernails sharp, but my mind tooIf a dog's gonna bark, then I'll find youBut if you scratchin' on the bark of the wrong treeAnd I'll reach you then I'll eat you, I'm hungryCause I don't care if you're a sex machineLittle man, move along to the next vagineI could slide up in the west and I blessed the scene, the queenHere to flex on the next regime, my teamIs impeccable, wrecking every consecutive suckerThat wanna step up and knock us off the pedestalYou're pitiful, lookin' just like the next goonPut 'em all on a rocket to Neptune[Hook][Verse 3: Watsky and Amy Heidemann][Watsky:]Roll up to a tender bashAnd you get whiplash like a ten car crashWith Kim Kardashian's ass, get a flashPassenger side of the Jaguar's dash[Amy Heidemann:]I come through late like Dre with DetoxIf these elite jocks, I'll say we're ewoks[Watsky:]Chumps with wee caps, pull up your knee socksThen pump your Reeboks, then jump the tree tops[Amy Heidemann:]Skintone fair, syndrome rareThe peasant is unpleasant but the king don't careLet them all call like my ringtone blareWhile the beat bump, bump like a ingrown hairBump, bump like a ingrown, bump like a ingrownBump, bump, bump like a ingrown hairCut through the jungle in the middle of nowhereI'm steady with my machete, I'm ready to go there[Watsky:]I be rubbin' my nipples, givin' the public a sampleI'm a ridiculous [?] bubbly personalityHit '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 backGive 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 animalAnd I get more hump than a couple of camels
