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

I'm red and wired but he sipped on KA soda

Fuck, that's Coca-Cola

That's 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

Your shallow waters, I'm the deep sea bed

And I'm the reason you flow

I got more moons wrapped around my head than Jupiter knows

Whilst you orbit with some stupider hoes

Only a slacker would know

Tryna get up in group home

Tryna eat it from the same bowl

And my troopers are bold, just like

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 off by the taste in her mouth

She whispers all about

She's coverin' a mystery, man, just deep down south

And no more wheelers, dealers creepin' about

At least none that she knows

Phone away so much till I'm

Rolled up in the same old dutch

I need a touch of four for 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 peephole

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