Letra de Cinnamon

[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