Artist:Ed Sheeran
Song: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 to us
Cos were just under the upper hand
And go mad for A couple grams\
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in A pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's to cold outside
For angels to fly
Angel to fly.
