Cinnamon

Fiendin', peekin' at the centerfolds
 Cuttin' tinsel into gold
 And hopin' you won't love me still
 Mellow, cringin' ugly fellows
 Mixin' water into gin
 And chasin' it with cinnamon
 Oh, my God
 Kingdom wants me up
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 Marksman, shooting apples off of heads
 Jonesing for a cigarette
 With sloppy shots on purpose
 Keepin' tabs on all my scrimmages
 And crossin' out my closest friends
 For someone I can't recognize
 Oh, my God
 Kingdom wants me... up!
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 Don't call it a ghost to my own
 (Oh, oh)
 (Hmm)
 God called my life a pretty life
 It made me cry
 Like a...
 (Oh-oh-oh)