LYRIC
A Team Lyrics from the album The Slumdon. The Slumdon Bridge is a collaborative EP by English singer-songwriter, Ed Sheeran and American rapper, Yelawolf.
White lips, pale faceBreathing in the snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight’s gone, days endStruggling to pay rentLong nights, strange men
And they sayShe’s in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately, her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to us
‘Cause we’re just under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd she don’t wanna go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the motherlandOr sells love to another manIt’s too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoatTried to swim, stay afloatDry house, wet clothesLoose change, bank notesWeary-eyed, dry throatCall girl, no phone
And they sayShe’s in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately, her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesAnd they screamThe worst things in life come free to us
‘Cause we’re just under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsBut she don’t wanna go outside tonightAnd in a pipe she flies to the motherlandSells love to another manIt’s too cold outsideFor angels to fly
An angel will dieCovered in whiteClosed eyes and hopin’ for a better lifeThis time, we’ll fade out tonightStraight down the line
And they sayShe’s in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since 18But lately, her face seemsSlowly sinking, wastingCrumbling like pastriesThey screamThe worst things in life come free to us
And we’re all under the upper handAnd go mad for a couple gramsAnd we don’t wanna go outside tonightAnd in the pipe, fly to the motherlandOr sell love to another manIt’s too cold outsideFor angels to flyAngels to flyFly, flyFor angels to fly, to fly, to flyAngels to die
