She had a bad dream in the back the same one as yesterday, the one as last week surrounded by her favorites, elmo, barbie, her baby blanket and that little match box looks like dads car its on the lever, pretends its nascar it jumps over cause it can fly that far with daddy in the seat frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh girl the greatest he knows the words to everything on the playlist he fakes the accent even makes all the and when he raises his voice it makes him feel he's famous
yea got his lean on weavin down lake tryin to get his scene on stop in the whip to say out the window bobbin' his to the beat on the radio good wont smoke no weed the bass cradles her back to sleep but he can steak his while she takes a nap to the sweet pretty of the gangster rap the hats are angels voices they keep her distracted the strangest voices escape is a paradox, because the childhood is locked in music box
daddys drive around, mommys work night sweet dreams, sleep precious lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of 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 to police but at the car wash they treat him like the star 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 with the meal
she loves food health dad, he buys her the juice a sip of soda, builds the pride go ahead baby girl dont spill fries nuh uh papa roll a messy office in the way she laid them napkins all across the seat never puts her feet up on the just em side to side to the beat .. on the radio she sings along dad does she knows all the words but she out the bad ones bitch, she always sings the word bitch cause it makes her laugh, its her magic trick
and when daddy picks up they fight they fights about money they fight life so she concentrates so so on the music and loses herself of the bass and the movement
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turn buick off.