Travie McCoy - A Spoonful of Cinnamon lyrics
[Travie McCoy - A Spoonful of Cinnamon lyrics]
01-21-2020
The day the Lord took my best friend from me
And I kind of find it funny
But not really though
I should've been six feet twenty years ago
I'll 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
2-0-2-0 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 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
2-0-2-0 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 the 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
2-0-2-0 you probably think I had
Season tickets to funerals
I'm so sick of seeing Rest In Peace T-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 gonna bounce back
Plus it's open season on the melanin inclined
We all had shitty years
Thanks for hearing mine
2-0-2-0 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 the 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, over again
Over again
The day the Lord took my best friend from me
And I kind of find it funny
But not really though
I should've been six feet twenty years ago
I'll 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
2-0-2-0 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 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
2-0-2-0 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 the 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
2-0-2-0 you probably think I had
Season tickets to funerals
I'm so sick of seeing Rest In Peace T-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 gonna bounce back
Plus it's open season on the melanin inclined
We all had shitty years
Thanks for hearing mine
2-0-2-0 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 the 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, over again
Over again