A Spoonful Of Cinnamon

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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01-21-2020
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The day the lord took my best friend from me
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I kind of find it funny but not really though
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I should’ve been 6 feet, 20 years ago
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I never forget all the laughs we had in the hoopty
Whipping through the country
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He had a way of making cloudy days sunny
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But what i miss most was when he would son me                                 
“Like Travie do this if you love me” 

[Chorus]
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I love you Bob 2 0 2 0
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 So long to the bitterness
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 Just a spoonful of cinnamon
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 You know, I know
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 This knee on my neck is causing me to choke
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 Like a spoonful of cinnamon

[Verse 2]
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Last year i flew to Jessup, Georgia
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To meet my papa and my nana The family of my mama
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 All of my life I was scared He never cared for me
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 Because my father was black He couldn’t handle that
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I could see his shadow in the doorway next to the windchime
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That’s poetic justice cause it looked just the same as mine
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He hugged me Then he apologized for lost time
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And then I lost them both And I damn near lost my mind

[Chorus]
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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...

[Post-Chorus]
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Feel like I’m stuck in a hole
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It’s kind of cynical
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Downing these bottles is getting old
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It’s not the way
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It’s not the way 
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It’s not the way
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Too many funerals
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Biting em down to cuticles
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 It’s not the way It’s not the way
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It’s not the way...Over again and over again
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Over again, over again....................

[Verse 3]
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You probably think I had season tickets to funerals
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 I’m so sick of seeing Rest In Peace tee shirts
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I swear I prayed so many prayers my f****** knees hurt
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And Covid got us all stuck in the house like Mouse Trap
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 And ain’t no telling when the hell we going to bounce back
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Plus it’s open season on the melanin inclined
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We all had s***ty years, thanks for hearing mine

[Chorus]
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 So long to the bitterness
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 Just a spoonful of cinnamon
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 You know, I know
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 This knee on my neck is causing me to choke
F#m         E            B
 Like a spoonful of cinnamon

[Post-Chorus]
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Feel like I’m stuck in a hole
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It’s kind of cynical
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Downing these bottles is getting old
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It’s not the way
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It’s not the way 
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It’s not the way
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Too many funerals
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Biting em down to cuticles
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 It’s not the way It’s not the way
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It’s not the way Over again and over again                    

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