User:Sapplerx/The Immaculate Collection

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The B Team

White lips like your face

Breathing in cornflakes

Frostbitten hands with a bitter taste

Days gone, no rent

Struggling to make amends

Short nights with strange men

And they say

You're in the B Team

Stuck in your daydream

Been this way since twenty

But lately your face is

Slowly shrinking, wasting

In a one way street

And they say

The worst things in life come to us

Now we're just in the upper hand

And we're obsessed with a couple grams

But you don't want to go outside tonight

In a pipe you fly to the skies

Or sell love to another guy

Too bad it's cold outside

To fly tonight

Fly tonight

Ripped gloves without a coat

You tried to swim, but you didn't stay afloat

Dry house with wet clothes

Loose change, it shows

Teary-eyed with a sore throat

A prostitute without a phone

And they say

You're in the B Team

Stuck in your daydream

Been this way since twenty

But lately your face is

Slowly shrinking, wasting

In a one way street

And they say

The worst things in life come to us

Now we're just in the upper hand

And we're obsessed with a couple grams

But you don't want to go outside tonight

In a pipe you fly to the skies

Or sell love to another guy

Too bad it's cold outside

To fly tonight

And you'll probably die

Covered in white

Closed eyes

Hope you'll have a better life

This time, you're going to fade out tonight

Your body in line

And they say

You're in the B Team

Stuck in your daydream

Been this way since twenty

But lately your face is

Slowly shrinking, wasting

In a one way street

And they say

The worst things in life come to us

Now we're just in the upper hand

And we're obsessed with a couple grams

But you don't want to go outside tonight

In a pipe you fly to the skies

Or sell love to another guy

Too bad it's cold outside

To fly tonight

To fly tonight

To fly, fly

To fly tonight, tonight, tonight

You'll probably die