Softie (Midnight Monster Remix)

There's a softie, just a softie. A small kin, child. An air bob cat. Runnin' round— running bound— like a psycho, like a wacko. In my dream, in my dreamz— walkin', floatin'— like baloon. Like a loon. Just, it slips, oh— and it lingers, down the corner. Me is a loner— guy's a goner. Was the drugs. War on drugs— kill 'em all.