Talk dutty, let the bass drip slow,
whisper slang through the static, make my body glow.
Your accent’s a sin, I lick it off the vinyl,
record crackling like skin when our pulses spiral.
Tell me things I won’t translate, keep the lights low—
I want every dirty syllable to echo in mono.
Press me, scratch me, flip the side,
let the needle ride dirty till the break of daylight.