I seem to sink lower,
gazing in the rays of the solar
In fact we made a pact
but now I think it's over
Red on white but
he sipped on K.A. soda
Fuck das coca cola,
as TV sports the olympic ebola
I think we might be bipolar,
I think she thinks I'm bipolar
He left the crime scene
without the motorola
Still had dreams of being
Gianfranco Zola
For at least for now
it's all over
Yeah at least for now
it's all over
I seem to sink lower,
in biscuit town, in biscuit town
Your shallow waters,
I'm the deep seabed and
I'm the reason you flow
I got more moons
wrapped around
my head and jupiter knows
Whilst you orbit with some
stupider hoes
Only a slacker would know
tryna get up and group home
Tryna eat from the same bowel,
in my troopers abode ***
I seem to sink lower,
in biscuit town, in biscuit town
I seem to sink lower,
in biscuit town, in biscuit town
(biscuit town)
And now I'm caught up
by the taste in her mouth
As she whistles all about
She gonna miss her match
deep down south
And no more wheelers dealers
creeping about
At least none that she knows
Thrown away so much till
I'm rolled up
in the same old dutch
Need a touch of thought
for my libido, and now
she's nearly hitting speed cones
As we proceed to
her street dome,
in her body not a weak bone
Strong mind, but she still
got sight for a peep hole
Not that she knows,
that's what he knows
In biscuit town
I seem to sink lower
in biscuit town, in biscuit town
In biscuit town, in biscuit town,
in biscuit town, in biscuit town
You best get down
