I seem to sink lower

Gazing in the rays of the solar

In fact we made a pact but now i think its overI′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