D. Rotten - Soft Times

They said I knocked em off the roof with a bat or brick
You're wrong sir, it clearly was an axe -ident
Stole collection plate once now I'm back to repent
Said the Lord's Prayer then slipped out with the cash.. again
Whoops.. God damn I'm on a warpath
Grandiose the format, land em the floor flat
Brandishing a sword hacking animals for horns
This is where the devil lives and you standing on my door mat
Careful what you share about the man of whom you yap about
Cut the sharing out like I'm Manson at an actress house
Dope shit. Push it off the scale and pull the baggies out
Happy hour, free from free so blow a half an ounce
Spit to get you lifted like you floatin on a gabba cloud
Was living in a trap house now I booby trap my house
Ain't a method actor but I'm acting out
I'm off script, skipped rehearsal, and I'm back in the halfway house
Who the fuck is this
Shots fired! I'm fine with who the fuck gets hit
Cancel culture make us walk wires, fuck don't slip
Soft times that we living in
Suck my dick
Fuck this
Time to get this brush fire lit
Talk shit til my microphone plug wires pinch
Soft times that we living in
Suck my dick

Written by:
Euneka Trufant

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