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letra de watch it burn - ecid

[hook: vonnie kyle]
“ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ah ah on that day”

[verse 1:]
i’ve ran through every scenario i could dream up in my present tense
told myself over and over you must be working for the president
i like pretending your a successful pseudo nero surgeon
working for the cia and there’s just no way you can be a normal person
didn’t you love mom? didn’t you love me? you never hugged me
was i funny looking? cuz all my friends fathers love them even though their ugly
i know your really really busy though, probably building a city of gold
i pretend i’m you in all my silly videos. at least me and mom are really close
i know i’m just the result of a mistake you made in your moment of truth
every time i buy a bag i wonder if i’m buying it from you
hoping one day we can finally be a family, dad
i mean can i call you dad or would you prefer bro, dog, dude?

[hook:]
“ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ah ah on that day”

[verse 2:]
i’ve written so many letters but they all self destructed
the only thing i’m any good at is being totally self destructive
the day you where born i hated the thought of raising a son
i was afraid of your face and still am to this day? i hate what my fates become
been on the run for 20 some summers. i’ll never pay child support
can’t afford the repercussions and the constant need to be a productive so i hide up north
i deleted any acknowledgement that you even have a heart beat
my heart beat is dracula. if you end up like me. i’m deeply sorry
feel free to use me as a scapegoat until your caught crying wolf
i’m stuck in a “sh-t outta luck” time warp addicted to my own defiant bull
sh-t. if we’re defined by rules then i guess i’m simply broken
a lonesome man with no plan but to rot alone devoted to floating hopeless

[hook:]
“ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ah ah on that day”

[verse 3:]
the day you where born your father imagined it was more important
for you to have a magic piggy bank instead of a father to play catch with
so he looted a local p-wn shop and a credit union
didn’t leave a note, just a trail of cash for a family reunion that would never happen
your whole life i’ve been waiting for a call or some kind of apology but never got it
i turned him in but they never caught him. so we forgot him
i buried half the money in a safe place for the day you became an adult
happy birthday son, i want you to know none of this is your fault
grab a coffee can and a book of matches
so we can sit here, together and watch this money burn down to ashes
seal it and keep it close to remind you that you can’t miss something you never had and never needed. you where free’d not abandoned. no more secrets. we adapted

[hook:]
“ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ooo cinnamon
where you gonna run to?
ah ah on that day”

- ecid

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