Biscuit Town E

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 white, but he sipped on KH Soda. Fuck that, it'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 Frank Casolo. 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 float. I got my moons wrapped around my head and Jupiter knows. Whilst you orbit with some stupid hoes. On a little slack hoe with no-no. Tryna get up and group home. Tryna eat from the same bowl. My troop is a boat, she's like. I seem to sink lower. In biscuit town. In biscuit town. Uh-huh. I seem to sink lower. In biscuit town. In biscuit town. Biscuit town. And now I'm cut off by the Taste in her mouth. She whistles all about. She's gonna miss her man, she's deep down south. And no more wheelers-dealers creeping about. At least none that she knows. Phoning away so much 'til I'm rolled up in The same old Dutch. Need a touch of her for my libido. And now she's nearly hitting speed holes. As we proceed to a street though. In a body with not weak bone. A strong mind, but she's still got sight for A peephole. Not that she knows. That's what he knows. In biscuit town. Uh-huh. 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