Palehound - Cinnamon lyrics

Fiending, peeking at the centrefolds Cutting tinsel into gold And hoping you won't love me still Mellow, cringy ugly fellows Mixing water into gin And chasing it with cinnamon Oh my God, kingdom wants me Marksman, shooting apples off of heads Jonesing for a cigarette With loppy shots on purpose Keeping tabs on all my scrimmages And crossing out my closest friends For someone I can't recognize Oh my God, kingdom wants me Don't call it a ghost to my own God, I have a pretty life It made me cry