Dyme - Dick You Down

Lover, baby, you're the prize
Looks like summer in them eyes
Warm December formed in pleasure
Wore my sweater more than twice
Lord of Flies, I'm mortified
I'm torn inside without your touch
Them thighs are nice, reside inside until the light
That's lunchtime, baby
Hold my hand and close your eyes
I'll be your man for one last night
Before the land removes your body
Moves you down to school at college
Foolish man with stupid plans
My love for you is all I know
And I'm cool with that cause I rule at that
Fill a pool with that til' it overflows
Ain't shit without you, sick without you
Living down south, I'm thinking 'bout you
Whatever the place, I'ma stick around
I'm counting the days til' I dick you down
Ain't shit without you, sick without you
Living down south, I'm thinking 'bout you
Whatever the place, I'ma stick around
I'm counting the days til' I dick you down

Written by:
Austen Wood

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