Top Girls

Duuuuuuuuude. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. 

Top Girls was my SHIT a few years ago, then word on the internet street is the dude got all into life and forgot about those of us with his name tattooed on our taints. 

THIS shit right here tho. "On & On" is the subtle creepin' beatin' of a dude who knows his music is the aforementioned taint between R&B and electro and it's not only super fucking fresh, there's a fucking bead of either sweat or sex dripping down the crease. 

The steady throb of that bass-synth. The dusty layers of static coating every inch of each individual bleat of those pleasurable meets painful vocals. THE SIMPLE DING DING DING DING at 1:28 SKRAIGHT KILLLLLS MEEEEEEE, but dude, the sly Beverly Hills Cop shit at 2:42 has me gorilla faced and neck thrusting and it's embarassing. 

I wish this song would go on forfuckingever. But in that case I might not hear what else this asshole is cooking in the Top Girls kitchen. (PSSSST, I BET IT'S SALTY AND SULTRY.)

This is so many balls bouncing sexily.