text: 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, thats 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 Gianfranco 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
  Youre 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 
  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 Im 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