Watsky (george Watsky) - Going Down lyrics

I'm going down I'm going down I'm going down On you I'm breathing deep then I leap in I'm going under Like eating that V's the key to how we can beat global hunger Achieve total peace on earth I'm a freak, I'm a local wonder More lung capacity than Freddy Mercury vocal numbers I plunder the briny deep A spelunker plunging in, 
hunkering down in between those puffy pink walls Like a fallout bunker And if never emerge to the surface don't gimme sh** In twenty years I'm back like Kimmy Shmidt (wa**up) Hold up, wait (Hold up, wait) Cause I really gotta set one thing straight I'm not chowing on the chocha so that you'll reciprocate I just go in (go in) No strings (no strings) Tastes great (tastes great) Fun times (vitamins!) I got a wand tongue I'm doing sorcery If you don't want none Well that's just more for me I'm going down On you I'm going down on you like I like it but bruh I'm lyin' Cause I don't like it I luh that sh**'s my valentine One tiny warning, I'm dining on your gourmet form until the morning Performing like it'll stop global warming My pallet has got no equal Talent could vanquish evil And maybe make Rick Moranis be in the Ghostbusters sequel One taste and I'm wailing "god bless!" (god bless!) Until you quiver I will not rest (not rest) Licking repeatedly like your beaver's a square reader And my tongue is a VISA debit card that failed to process It's like the Miracle Worker and I'm blind and I'm deaf and dumb Plus each inch my body's numb except for the tip of my tongue And each Wikipedia topic's printed in microscopic raised ink on your clit So the single option I got to know something about this wonderful globe that We come from's
to locate your swollen bean and then probe the folds of it Fiendishly til you cum
about infinity times And baby that isn't a crime I'm going down I'm going down I'm going down On you Given our planet's gender ratio It'd be a mockery glossing over fel**tio (there he go) Meaning that really f**ing quick I gotta touch on s**ing dick Many guys visualize giving BJs And say "eww" But can we just please give smoking pole a calm objective view? I'm pretty straight, but I'll state: s**uality's an arc Maybe I can s** a flashlight so my soul will not be dark Why couldn't I get s**ual with a man at all? At thirteen I was in my bedroom f**ing stuffed animals If I can bang an inanimate object can't I jam the crotch of a man
in my jaw and softly ma**age it? Fellas vomit like "what if the sausage is smelling hella funky?" Don't you wash your f**ing junk, B? Of course I wouldn't devour icky salami But that goes the same for encountering stinky punani So in this scenario where I brush my teeth with a penis Let's a**ume that the penis we're dealing with sparkles the cleanest of all Penis penis on the wall With those well proportioned balls I'm going down On you So let's say you're okay with your lips around a co*k But you still can't wrap your mind around the final moneyshot Don't give up! if the nut is what truly makes it foul Then just get him close to busting and hand him a paper towel Yup! no gravy on your chin! Yup! everybody wins! Yup! squirrel to an acorn Dudes like to look at dicks in their straight p**n Put your hands up if you got hangups Put your hands up if you got hangups If I could get with it I'd have a wider ocean I'm fishing in But I'm inhibited by my social conditioning So where my head's at present the odds
are gloomy That I would agree to feast on a D that's presented to me But I'm not officially ruling out That at some point in my life I'll have a dingaling in my mouth