drug addiction
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Cinnamon Sally,
With the heart of a cinnabun
And the aura of cinnamon
Prances around the fields
But the spice fills her nostrils
To where she can't breathe
Cinnamon Sally,
How when your life starts to spin out of control
You barely notice
How you can never really pin point the moment
When things got out of hand
Or you choose not to
I told you no.
I was already in control.
Smoked a little grass here and there, and
when that pain came
I didn't think it was something I couldnt bear.
I told you no.
Fiery Heist Savana Estes Family ties, our blood, theRed substance that flows within ourBlue veins; our bonds that declare.They proclaim this is what makes us who we are,this is what makes you and I Family.It burns, do you feel it? Does it burn?
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit. You and me were best friends. We were the Thelma and Louise of our time and yes we flew over the cliff and plunged into the abyss.
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit. You and me were best friends. We were the Thelma and Louise of our time and yes we flew over the cliff and plunged into the abyss.
You had bourbon in your eyes
and you knew I was thirsty
I was Gods dilemma
and you loved a little controversy
Me, and you
and powder blue
Hello
So nice to meet you
Before we begin, please allow me to introduce myself
My name is Heroin
Some people call me H
But I go by many names
Doesn't matter what you call me
He was brought up in finest pride,
Desire matched all gifts,
Seized more than all a soul could need,
Much more than ever dreamed.
