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 18 Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries
They scream The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand On gold mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight And
in her pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside
For angels to fly Angels to fly
Ripped gloves,
raincoat Tried to swim,
stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, blank notes
Weary eyed and dry throat Cool girl, no phone
And they say she's in the class 18 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
Cause we're just under the upper hand On gold mad for a couple grams
And she don't wanna go outside tonight And
in her pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside
For angels to fly An angel will die
Covered in white Closed eyes and hoping for a better light
This time will fade out tonight Straight down the line
And they say she's in the class 18 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 Cause we're just under the
upper hand On gold mad for a couple grams And we don't wanna
go outside tonight And in her pipe she flies to the
motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside
For angels to fly Angels to fly
Fly,
fly For
angels to fly
To fly,
to fly Angels to die