Mike Stud - A-Team (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Mike Stud] And they say she's in the Cla** A-team Stuck in her day-dream Been this way since eighteen, but lately Her face seems to slowly sink, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream, “worse things in life come free to us” Cause we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple grams She don't wanna go outside tonight And in the pipe, she flies to the motherland And sells love to another man It's too cold outside, for angels to fly [Verse 1: Mike Stud] Dark room, starin' down a bottle Blank face with the figure of a model These cold nights, too often to be coincidence Used to be an artist now the pipe's the only instrument A-Student, her friends loved her to d**h Her a**essment of her men just wasn't the best They met freshman year, fell in love on a whim Left after first semester, all she wanted was him Didn't love gettin' high, but did it because he wanted to Little scared, but how much damage could marijuana do? Weed turned to pills, pills turned to pain Personality changed, nothin' was the same Now he didn't wanna kiss her, didn't wanna love her Everything was f**in' different, he left to find another So hurt, and embarra**ed All she got was dial tones every time she called her parents Move along, move along: what she told herself Had to find the means so she sold herself Used her body for a buck, but hardly was a s*ut She would cry herself to sleep after every single f** Lost track of her reality Thoughts of her addiction made her think this how it had to be Now she stands, lifted on that balcony Lost soul and ready to be a casualty Found a star, to make one last wish Brought the pipe up to her mouth, for one last hit It was the ultimate high, took a breath and closed her eyes And jumped off the ledge, she was ready to fly