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The day the lord took my best friend from me I kind of find it funny but not really though I should've been 6 feet, 20 years ago I never forget all the laughs we had in the hoopty Whipping through the country He had a way of making cloudy days sunny But what I miss most was when he would son me Like Travie do this if you love me I love you Bob
So long to the bitterness Just a spoonful of cinnamon You know, I know This knee on my neck is causing me to choke Like a spoonful of cinnamon
Last year I flew to Jessup, Georgia To meet my papa and my nana The family of my mama All of my life I was scared He never cared for me Because my father was black He couldn't handle that I could see his shadow in the doorway next to the windchime That's poetic justice cause it looked just the same as mine He hugged me Then he apologized for lost time And then I lost them both And damn near lost my mind
So long to the bitterness Just a spoonful of cinnamon You know, I know This knee on my neck is causing me to choke Like a spoonful of cinnamon
Feel like I'm stuck in a hole It's kind of cynical Downing these bottles is getting old It's not the way It's not the way It's not the way Too many funerals Biting 'em down to cuticles It's not the way It's not the way It's not the way Over again and over again Over again, over again
You probably think I had season tickets to funerals I'm so sick of seeing RIP tee shirts I swear I prayed so many prayers my fucking knees hurt And Covid got us all stuck in the house like Mouse Trap And ain't no telling when the hell we going to bounce back Plus it's open season on the melanin inclined We all had shitty years, thanks for hearing mine
So long to the bitterness Just a spoonful of cinnamon You know, I know This knee on my neck is causing me to choke Like a spoonful of cinnamon
Feel like I'm stuck in a hole It's kind of cynical Downing these bottles is getting old It's not the way It's not the way It's not the way Too many funerals Biting my nails down to cuticles It's not the way It's not the way It's not the way Over again and over again Over again, over again