Espirit De Corps

Written by: Ọláwálé  Ọlọ́fọọ̀rọ̀

A bitch
With an itch
Laid with a snitch

Kiss and tell
Snitches got pitches
Bitches got the stitches to tell

A bitch
Had a hitch
With a ditch

Kiss and tell
Snitches got pitches
Bitches got the stitches to tell

A bitch
Is now a witch
With a switch

Kiss and tell
Snitches got pitches
Bitches got the stitches to tell

Esprit de corps
They are all in it together
Blackmailing each other is their game

Esprit de corps
And it fuels the disorder
Blackmailing each other is their game

A snitch
With a nitch
Laid with a bitch

Cheerfully give
Bitches got itches
Snitches got the stitches, to tell

A snitch
Had a hitch
With a ditch
With a switch

Cheerfully give
Bitches got itches
Snitches got the stitches, to tell

Esprit de corps
They are all in it together
Blackmailing each other is their game

Esprit de corps
And it fuels the disorder
Blackmailing each other is their game

And you cry, and I cry
And we make up
And the night covers us in its shadow
But when the morning comes we will crumble
And you’ll cry, and I’ll cry, again