She had a bad in the back seat the same one as yesterday, the same one as week surrounded by her favorites, elmo, barbie, her purple blanket and that little match box looks like dads car its fast on the lever, pretends its it over elmo cause it can fly that far with in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh girl the greatest he the words to everything on the radio playlist he the accent even makes all the faces and when he raises his voice it makes him like he's famous
yea papa got his on down lake street tryin to get his scene on stop in the whip to say out the window bobbin' his to the beat on the radio good daddy smoke no weed until the bass cradles her back to but he can steak his while she takes a nap to the sweet pretty sounds of the rap the high are angels voices they keep her from the strangest voices escape is a paradox, because the childhood is locked in music box
daddys around, mommys work night shifts sweet dreams, sleep precious lay in that music box, escape in the sound of that music box (x2)
yea, daddy people hes important the guy with the suit and tie see at the court and it seems like he aint tryin to talk to but at the car wash treat him like the star that she sees they papas big wheels and the lollipop she makes her feel like a big deal not to have it yet, gotta sit still like the toy that she knows is gunna with the kids meal
she drive-thru food health conscious dad, he her the juice a sip of soda, builds the pride go ahead baby girl dont spill fries nuh uh papa roll a messy office compulsive in the way she laid them all across the seat never puts her feet up on the just kicks em to side to the beat .. on the radio she sings along like dad she knows all the words but she leaves out the bad except bitch, she always sings the word cause it her daddy laugh, its her magic trick
and when daddy mommy up they fight they fights about money they fight about so she so so hard on the music and herself inside of the bass and the movement
(x2)
turn buick off.