Cinnamon

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fiending, peeking at the centerfolds Cutting tinsel into gold And hoping you won't love me still [Verse 2] Mellow, cringy ugly fellows Mixing water into gin And chasing it with cinnamon [Chorus] Oh my God Came down and rocked me, oh [Verse 3] Marksman, shooting apples off of heads Jonesing for a cigarette With sloppy shots on purpose [Verse 4] Keeping tabs on all my scrimmages And crossing out my closest friends For someone I can't recommend [Chorus] Oh my God Came down and rocked me, oh [Outro] Don't call it a ghost to my own Oh, hoo God called my life a pretty life It made me cry Like oh, hoo