Rich Robbins - Soft & Tender lyrics

So soft and so tender daddy in the kitchen
And he told me son listen
He said you don’t have to play the
Part that they wrote for you
You don’t have to play the part
I’m in my bag so soft and so tender
Daddy in the kitchen
And he told me son listen
He said you don’t have to play the
Part that they wrote for you
You don’t have to play the part
I’m in my bag

How he do that twice why that boy so nice
Why he cuff the mic like a baby bike?
So so so soft and tender
Bet he like that in any weather
Bеt he only bites if he’s
Bittеn boy he’s clever
Don’t get it twisted I be in
The gym ready to box why would I not
Niggas out here creeping hard on the block
My pops taught me if you can’t
Win the fight with your brain
You can definitely throw hands be
Prepared for the sprain
Change will come with the money
Money changes the vision
Since we living in Chicago
Be prepared for Division
You don’t have to give in it
That’s what my daddy taught me
Why would I hurt the family
I’m already a target this ain’t a game to me
Niggas out here trynna Space
Jam all my energy majin Buu my energy
Drink up all my Hennessy
So soft and so tender daddy in the kitchen
And he told me son listen
He said you don’t have to play the
Part that they wrote for you
You don’t have to play the part
I’m in my bag so soft and so tender
Daddy in the kitchen
And he told me son listen
He said you don’t have to play the
Part that they wrote for you
You don’t have to play the part
I’m in my bag

Couple fathers made of flowers but
It wasn’t all roses
Trauma tried to burn me early but
I put on my Moses
Poker face around the family
Because I’m the oldest
And even when I’m 50 imma
Still be this focused
Okay I’m with the drama
Got my grand daddy’s trauma in my oblongata
And I feel it in her too
When I push up on her
And my niggas quick to anger
Cuz they miss they father’s
I know they had it harder
Plus I got my mamas but this crazy ass city
Lori won’t acknowledge
Still got me in it's grip like an anaconda
So if I ever drip blood under street lights
Tell my father that I love him
And it was an honor
Epiphanies I have right before I
Light the blunt up
Brown men taught me I could love how I wanna
So soft and so tender daddy in the kitchen
And he told me son listen
He said you don’t have to play the
Part that they wrote for you
You don’t have to play the part"
I’m in my bag so soft and so tender
Daddy in the kitchen
And he told me son listen
He said "you don’t have to play the
Part that they wrote for you
You don’t have to play the part
I’m in my bag