Cinnamon - Palehound

Cinnamon Lyrics

Fiending, peeking at the centerfolds
Cutting tinsel into gold
And hoping you won't love me stillMellow, cringing ugly fellows
Mixing water into gin
And chasing it with cinnamonOh my God, kingdom wants meMarksman, shooting apples off of heads
Jonesing for a cigarette
With sloppy shots on purposeKeepin' tabs on all my scrimmages
And crossin' out my closest friends
For someone I can't recognizeOh my God, kingdom wants me
Don't call it a ghost to my own
God, I have a pretty life
It made me cry
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