Biscuit Town

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 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, it’s all over

Yeah, at least for now, it’s all over

I seem to sink lower

In biscuit town, in biscuit town

You're 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 bowl, in my troopers abode

I seem to sink lower

In biscuit town, in biscuit town, ah-huh

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, ah-huh

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