Down

[Chorus]
I keep going down
I keep going down down down on you, I can’t help it girl
And I’m going down
I’m such a clown clown clown to you, I can’t help it girl

[Verse 1]
You got a way with words, words can’t describe
It’s the way you swerve and get caught in the light
I’m on your spider webs, no choice to abide
It’s not my nature to surrender but you’re eating me alive and
I think I like it; wait my turn, I’ll bite back but for now I won’t fight it
Fuck it, I’d really like to fuck you
You’ve got an expensive brain, I’d really like to mug you
Probe your lobes for gold while on dope, we go through the regular
Five standard positions; all positioning spectacular
Sayla guarantees it, or you get to fuck back
Hop on, snuggle, buckle down, grind while you lean back
Your hair reaching my kneecaps, my hands on your kneecaps
Pushin’ and pullin’ deeper so that I’d know where ya needs at
So I could reach out, and you could you could come on weekends
24/7, it’s always whoopsie season

[Chorus]
I keep going down
I keep going down down down on you, I can’t help it girl
And I’m going down
I’m such a clown clown clown to you, I can’t help it girl

[Verse 2]
When I hold you, my world explodes
I could let the tide turn, but I rather unfold the secret within us
The sweet bitter medicine
The subtle suffocation we happen to find bliss in, such blithe
But I swear it’s an addiction ma, cause darling this is our fifth and definitely not our last for the night
The filth between love and lust is not fair, but it’s aight
It’s an epiphany, the serendipitous misc en scene at play
The vibe zones in and cancels out the decay
At 1 we blew money, 2 O’clock we felt gold
3 lines of coke, by 4 we were on indo
5 felt like fire, but 6 it was sex
Sick 6 for sex, sick 6 for the sex
5 felt like fire but 6 it was sex
6 it was 666 for the sex

[Chorus]
I keep going down
I keep going down down down on you, I can’t help it girl
And I’m going down
I’m such a clown clown clown to you, I can’t help it girl

[Outro]
Going back to that whoopsie shit