Driston’s Comic Flex

(laughter) (yeah, okay,

check it)

Walks into the room like he owns the place Got a heavy-duty

posture and a smirk on his face Driston's flexin' in the mirror,

acting full-time tough But one slight breeze and he's calling it rough

Talks a real big game about his bench press weight While he's

struggling to lift up a dinner plate

Oh, Driston, tone it down a notch or two

Nobody's intimidated, man, we're laughing at you

You can puff out your chest and try to make a scene

But you're the gentlest "tough guy"

that we've ever seen

(haha, we see right through it)

Wears the dark sunglasses when it's raining outside Got a whole lot

of ego and nowhere to hide Says he's built like a fortress,

made of pure steel Then he trips on his laces and breaks

down for real Keep the dynamic active,

keep flexing the pose While everyone else is just rolling their eyes

at the show

So take a deep breath,

drop the tough-guy act

Being yourself is a much better fact

No need to front,

Driston, give it a rest

We all know the truth It's just a comedic flex

Oh, Driston, tone it down a notch or two

Nobody's intimidated, man, we're laughing at you

You can puff out your chest and try to make a scene

But you're the gentlest "tough guy"

that we've ever seen

(yeah, just keep it real,

man)

(haha,

just a comedic flex) (give it a rest,

man)