Cinnamon – PalehoundBy Fiending, peeking at the centerfoldsCutting tinsel into goldAnd hoping you won’t love me stillMellow, cringy ugly fellowsMixing water into ginAnd chasing it with cinnamonOh my GodCame down and rocked me, ohMarksman, shooting apples off of headsJonesing for a cigaretteWith sloppy shots on purposeKeeping tabs on all my scrimmagesAnd crossing out my closest friendsFor someone I can’t recommendOh my GodCame down and rocked me, ohDon’t call it a ghost to my ownOh, hooGod called my life a pretty lifeIt made me cryLike oh, hoo www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20