Sweet Like Cinnamon

You say I’m weaker than you in all areas
I say no, been looking you drags
I think I’m a little superior
But you think I can’t do anything
I wanted to wait years of releasing art and show
That I can be superior and more talented
But all I can do is my phone
In all sport I should be gone
And you be out here being better
'Cause you think I’m a loser
No sis' it really ain’t it, you know I matter doesn’t it
I shouldn’t be feeling like a plastic bag
Because I may be a crack
Sweet like cinnamon, sticky like chewing-gum
You know I’m no fun, warm like a fucking gun
Burning like chicken, fuck ya Jason
Just the minimum that can be spoken
I been smoking out here crying
Bitches wishing I feel forgiving
Sweet like cinnamon, respect the reason
Y’all be judging, please just imagine
Wearing a custom, always feel mistaken
Just need oxygen, I’m sweet like cinnamon
Sweet like cinnamon, sticky like chewing-gum
You know I’m no fun, warm like a fucking gun
Burning like chicken, fuck ya Jason
Just the minimum that can be spoken
You probably hate the cinnamon
Just the minimum that can be spoken
You probably miss me everyday
While I’m being here getting my pay
You may just be writting an essay
I don’t give no fucks today
Intellectuals were blaming me
Because I was too vulgar, hee
I miss my old style I was funky
But I can’t be anymore because of bullies
I am now wearing a crown
Everyone knows me even in Chinatown
Sis' practising runaround
During my mental breakdown
My pocket is full of money
The girlies only have puppies
My california days are sunny
Your normandy days are rainy
Sweet like cinnamon, sticky like chewing-gum
You know I’m no fun, warm like a fucking gun
Burning like chicken, fuck ya Jason
Just the minimum that can be spoken
I been smoking out here crying
Bitches wishing I feel forgiving
Sweet like cinnamon, respect the reason
Y’all be judging, please just imagine
Wearing a custom, always feel mistaken
Just need oxygen, I’m sweet like cinnamon
Sweet like cinnamon, sticky like chewing-gum
You know I’m no fun, warm like a fucking gun
Burning like chicken, fuck ya Jason
Just the minimum that can be spoken
Burning like chicken, fuck ya Jason
Just the minimum that can be spoken
Every parts of my heart are feeling way more bitter
I was just sitting with her, she’s my sister
Near the river, cold in winter
My brain is more acidic reflecting on these lyrics
Sweet like cinnamon, respect the reason
Y’all be judging, please just imagine
Wearing a custom, always feel mistaken
Just need oxygen, I’m sweet like cinnamon
Sweet like cinnamon, sticky like chewing-gum
You know I’m no fun, warm like a fucking gun
Burning like chicken, fuck ya Jason
Just the minimum that can be spoken
Burning like chicken, fuck ya Jason
Just the minimum that can be spoken
Sweet like cinnamon, respect the reason
Y’all be judging, please just imagine
Wearing a custom, always feel mistaken
Just need oxygen, I’m sweet like cinnamon
Sweet like cinnamon, sticky like chewing-gum
You know I’m no fun, warm like a fucking gun