:D - The A Team | Текст песни

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• The A Team

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Lights gone, days end, struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say she's in the class A Team, stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18 but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries
And they scream the worst things in life come free her us 'cause she's just under the upper hand and goes mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight
'Cause in a pipe she'll fly to the Motherland and sell love to another man
It's too cold outside for angels to fly
Angels to fly