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, cause we're just under the upper
hand, go mad for a couple grams, she don't go outside, tonight,
and in a pipe she flies to the motherland, sells love to another
man, its too cold outside, for angels to fly...