**[intro – pitched down, al
**[(beat description in head: 135-140 bpm chopped & screwed feel • heavy slide 808 • airy rhodes + detuned saw pad • vinyl crackle • occasional bell hit)]**
**[intro – pitched down, almost mumbling]**
yeah… uh
she said she tryna…
mmh… aight bet
**[chorus]**
she go down on dickem like it’s oxygen
head game vicious, make a goona call it quits again
phone on DND, we ain’t talkin’ to nobody else
lips got a warrant, put my soul up on the shelf
she go
down… down… down on dickem
world spinnin’ slow, syrup in the system
down… down… down on dickem
eyes roll back like she speakin’ in tongues with it
**[verse 1]**
leg shake like an earthquake under satin sheets
babygirl a fiend for the way that precum taste
hair tied up, still some strands in her face
lookin’ like she prayin’ but she really sayin’ grace
nails dig in thigh, crescent moons on skin
she don’t never tap out, she just keep on goin’ in
candle light flicker, shadows do the whine
time don’t exist when the throat feelin’ like paradise
she hum melodies, bassline in her neck
vibrate through my soul, short-circuit my intellect
say she love the weight when it sit on her tongue
say it make her feel like she forever young
**[chorus]**
she go down on dickem like it’s oxygen
head game vicious, make a goona call it quits again
phone on DND, we ain’t talkin’ to nobody else
lips got a warrant, put my soul up on the shelf
she go
down… down… down on dickem
world spinnin’ slow, syrup in the system
down… down… down on dickem
eyes roll back like she speakin’ in tongues with it
**[verse 2]**
drool on the chain, make it shine different
messy in the best way, that’s her signature edition
say “keep that shit there” when I’m tryna lift her
she like “nah baby I ain’t finished with my mission”
arch in her back like she posin’ for the devil
halo slippin’ off but the wings still several
tell me that she starved, been waitin’ for the meal
then proceed to eat like it’s her last appeal
i just lay there paralyzed, euphoria overload
brain waves crashin’ like a summer storm on the road
she the only religion that i ever got close to
baptized in the throat, now i’m born anew
**[outro – fading, heavy reverb, ad-libs]**
down… down…
(yeah… she go)
down… down on dickem…
(lemme breathe… fuck)
mmh… don’t stop…
she go…
down…
(fade into tape hiss + pad swell)
DickemDown
