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 baby and that little match box looks just dads car its fast on the lever, its nascar it jumps over cause it can fly that far daddy in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh daddys the greatest he knows the words to everything on the playlist he fakes the accent makes all the faces and when he raises his it makes him feel like he's famous
yea got his lean on weavin down lake tryin to get his scene on stop in the to say somethin out the window his head to the beat on the radio good daddy wont no weed until the bass cradles her to sleep but he can his mack while she takes a nap to the sweet pretty of the gangster rap the high hats are angels they keep her distracted the strangest voices escape is a paradox, the childhood is locked in that music box
daddys around, mommys work night shifts sweet dreams, sleep little lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of music box (x2)
yea, knows people hes important the guy with the suit and tie see at the court and it like he aint tryin to talk to police but at the car wash treat him like the star that she sees they like big wheels and the she gets makes her feel like a big deal not allowed to have it yet, gotta sit like the toy that she knows is gunna come the kids meal
she loves food health dad, he buys her the juice a little sip of soda, the pride go baby girl dont spill those fries nuh uh papa roll a messy office compulsive in the way she laid them all across the seat puts her feet up on the upholstery just kicks em side to to the beat .. on the radio she along like dad does she all the words but she leaves out the bad ones except bitch, she sings the word bitch cause it makes her laugh, its her magic trick
and when daddy picks mommy up fight they fights about money they about life so she concentrates so so on the music and loses inside of the bass and the movement
(x2)
turn buick off.