| I seem to sink lower
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| Gazing in the rays of the solar
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| In fact we made a pact but now i think its over
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| I’m red and wired but he sipped on KA soda
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| Fuck, that’s coca-cola
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| As TV sports the Olympic Ebola
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| I think we might be bipolar
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| I think she thinks i’m bipolar
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| He left the crime scene without the Motorola
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| Still had dreams of being young Franco Zola
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| For at least for now its all over
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| Yeah at least for now its all over
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| I seem to sink lower
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| Your shallow waters i’m the deep sea bed and i’m the reason you flow
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| I got more moons wrapped around my head and Jupiter knows
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| Whilst you orbit with some stupider hoes
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| Only a slacker would know
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| Tryna get up in group home
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| Tryna eat from the same bowl
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| And my troop is abode (she's like)
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| I seem to sink lower
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| I seem to sink lower
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| And now i’m caught off by the taste in her mouth
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| She whispers all about
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| She got a mystery man deep down south
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| And no more wheelers, dealers creeping about
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| At least none that she knows
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| From the way so much
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| 'Til I’m rolled up in the same old dutch
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| Need a touch forth of my libido
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| And now she steadily hitting speed cones
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| As we proceed to a street dome
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| In the body not a weak bone
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| A strong mind but she still got a side for a people
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| Not that she knows
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| That’s what he knows
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| In biscuit town
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| I seem to sink lower
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town
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| In biscuit town |