Come on, come on
That cinnamon, that's Hollywood
That sugarcane that tasted good
Trying to look like you don't try
This lightning storm, this tidal wave
No one can see you try
That sugarcane that tasted good
No one can see me cry
That sugarcane that tasted good
Come on, come on
No one can see you cry
Come on, come on
No one can see me cry
Like a Friday fashion show teenager cruising in the corner
You've got it all, you've got it sized
That cinnamon, that's Hollywood
That sugarcane that tasted good
This sugarcane, this lemonade
Like a coy in a frozen pond, like a goldfish in a bowl
This hurricane, I'm not afraid
That's who you are, that's what you could
Come on, come on
No one can see you try
Come on, come on
I don't want to hear you cry
That's who you are, that's what you could
Come on, come on
No one can see you cry
That sugarcane that tasted good
You want the greatest thing, the greatest thing since bread came sliced
That freezing rain, that's what you could
No one can see you cry
Come on, come on
This avalanche, I'm not afraid
