Biscuit Town

I seem to sink lower
 Gazing in the rays of the solar
 In fact we made a pact but now i think its over
 I'm red and wired but he sipped on KA soda
 Fuck, that's 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 young Franco Zola
 For at least for now its all over
 Yeah at least for now its all over
 I seem to sink lower
 In biscuit town
 In biscuit town
 Your shallow waters i'm the deep sea bed 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 in group home
 Tryna eat from the same bowl
 And my troop is abode (she's like)
 I seem to sink lower
 In biscuit town
 In biscuit town
 I seem to sink lower
 In biscuit town
 In biscuit town
 In biscuit town
 And now i'm caught off by the taste in her mouth
 She whispers all about
 She got a mystery man deep down south
 And no more wheelers, dealers creeping about
 At least none that she knows
 From the way so much
 'Til I'm rolled up in the same old dutch
 Need a touch forth of my libido
 And now she steadily hitting speed cones
 As we proceed to a street dome
 In the body not a weak bone
 A strong mind but she still got a side for a people
 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
 In biscuit town
 
 I seem to sink lower
 Gazing in the rays of the solar
 In fact we made a pact but now i think its over
 I'm red and wired but he sipped on KA soda
 Fuck, that's 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 young Franco Zola
 For at least for now its all over
 Yeah at least for now its all over
 I seem to sink lower
 In biscuit town
 In biscuit town
 Your shallow waters i'm the deep sea bed 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 in group home
 Tryna eat from the same bowl
 And my troop is abode (she's like)
 I seem to sink lower
 In biscuit town
 In biscuit town
 I seem to sink lower
 In biscuit town
 In biscuit town
 In biscuit town
 And now i'm caught off by the taste in her mouth
 She whispers all about
 She got a mystery man deep down south
 And no more wheelers, dealers creeping about
 At least none that she knows
 From the way so much
 'Til I'm rolled up in the same old dutch
 Need a touch forth of my libido
 And now she steadily hitting speed cones
 As we proceed to a street dome
 In the body not a weak bone
 A strong mind but she still got a side for a people
 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
 In biscuit town