Channel: WATSKY!

Category: Entertainment

Tags: watskyx infinitygoing down

Description: Watsky x Infinity album film screenings: georgewatsky.com/tour twitter/FB/IG: @gwatsky Listen to x Infinity: radi.al/xInfinity Executive Producer Kimberly Stuckwisch, Ian Blair Director - Nick Roney Producer - Andreas Attai Director of Phtoography: Greg Cotten 1st AD: Hannah K Baker 1st AC: Brian White 2nd AC: Ryan Summersett Gaffer: Luka Pascalicchio, Jarrett Sexton BB Electric: Richard Bloenk Key Grip: Doug Frerichs BB Grip - Joanna Nguyen Wardrobe - Maya Sommer Makeup Artist - Megan Williams Makeup Artist Assitant - Haengja Kim Riley Reid Make Up by Heather Galipo Production Assistants - Ed Leer, Willis Von Werner, Andre Attai, Mike Cox, Gabriel Linkiewicz Talent : Riley Reid,. London Worthy, Riria Niimura, NIkki Keeshin, Janine Hogan, Aaron Valenzuela, George Sepa, Brandon Anthony, Tyrone Emanuel, David Finch Hang Gliders provided by: Windsports + Joe Greblo Hang Glider Model provided by: Cristina Bercovitz Post Production Editor: Nick Roney VFX by: Nick Roney, Andrew Finch Tanner Merill VFX CG Modelling by: Robert Sundelin. Vitaliy Havrylyuk Color by Tashi Trieu Special thanks to Spencer Creigh, Tim Hendrix, Dan Carr, Greg Cotten, Andrew Finch, Cameron Dutra “Going Down” written by George Watsky & Mikos da Gawd Produced by Mikos da Gawd Keyboard- Julian Le Bass- Kurt Blankenship Harp- Ruriko Terada Cello- Daniel Lim Mixed by Andrew Oedel Mastered by Howie Weisenberg & Gentry Studer Verse 1 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 Schmidt (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! Verse 2 I’m going down on you like I like it but bruh I’m lyin’ Cause I don’t like it ,I luh it, 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 Verse 3 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! Verse 4 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 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