Letra da Música Going Down de Watsky

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 shit
In twenty years
I'm back like kimmy shmidt (wassup)
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 shit'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 fellatio
(there he go)
Meaning that really fucking quick
I gotta touch on sucking 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
Sexuality's an arc
Maybe I can suck a flashlight
So my soul will not be dark
Why couldn't I get sexual with a man at all?
At thirteen I was in my bedroom
Fucking stuffed animals
If I can bang an inanimate object
Can't I jam the crotch of a man in my jaw
And softly massage it?
Fellas vomit like what if the sausage
Is smelling hella funky?
Don't you wash your fucking 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 assume 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
I'm going down
I'm going down
I'm going down
I'm going down
Down, down, down
I'm going down

So let's say you're okay
With your lips around a cock
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 porn
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