Cinnamon

(Prelude: Jas The Producer)
Windows, lookin' out the side for you
Can I walk in the house with you?
Always, I can see the light in you
Torn clothes, gummy kill and fight for you
Disneyland, goin' on the rides with you
Proud of seein' all the sights with you
One day you will get tired of me
And I'll be sittin' in my room alone

[Beat Switch]

(Intro: Khalil & Lizabeth Borja)
Khalil got the sauce
Suck my nut, Erick

(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Pop bottles, lil baby got drug problems
Blood runnin' down the sink and they still callin'
Jumped the cliff long ago and I'm still fallin'
Losin' friends to suicide, I'm gettin' sick of ballin'
7-4-6-5, all the boys thrawlin'
In the trenches, jumping fences, I ain't touched the bottom
I'm tryna pop a couple xans, but I can't swallow
I don't want another girl 'cause you a supermodel
Cut my tongue when I say that I love you
With the gang, but the shawty wanna ball too
Been feeling down all day, so I call you
If you say that you in love imma fall too
Brown eyes, brown hair, pretty face too
Car's brown and you shoutin' out the sunroof

(Refrain: Jas The Producer)
So take me
Just chill and lace with me
Put a bullet in my face, you plea
You just keep on playin' games with me
You won't find a single trace of me

(Verse 2: Jas The Producer)
Pretty smile, growin' old, boy I'm dedicated
That's my bae forever, no mathematic
Hot shells, drip-in-in out the semi-automatic
Imma try to make you happy though I'm bad at it
Hand on your upper thigh, other on your hair
I been grippin' on your hips while you hold the chair
Hop into the fuckin' car, take you anywhere
Now it's just me and you, you can smell the air
You say you ain't even wearin' makeup, I can't even tell
When I ain't wakin' up right next to you, it ain't even fair
Sorry about the foggy glasses, Steve Alaire