She had a bad dream in the back the one as yesterday, the same one as last week by her favorite favorites, elmo, barbie, her baby blanket and that little match box looks like dads car its fast on the lever, its nascar it jumps elmo cause it can fly that far with daddy in the front seat frontin' a rapstar
hey girl, oh girl daddys the he knows the words to everything on the playlist he fakes the accent even all the faces and when he raises his it makes him feel like he's famous
yea got his lean on weavin down street tryin to get his scene on stop in the whip to say somethin out the his head to the beat on the radio good wont smoke no weed the bass cradles her back to sleep but he can steak his mack she takes a nap to the sweet pretty sounds of the rap the high hats are voices they keep her distracted the strangest voices escape is a paradox, because the is locked in that music box
daddys around, mommys work night shifts sweet dreams, sleep precious lay down in that box, escape in the sound of that music box (x2)
yea, daddy knows hes important the guy with the and tie they see at the court and it seems like he aint tryin to to police but at the car wash they him like the star that she sees they papas big wheels and the lollipop she gets makes her feel a big deal not allowed to have it yet, sit still like the toy that she knows is gunna come the kids meal
she loves drive-thru conscious dad, he buys her the juice a sip of soda, builds the pride go ahead baby girl dont spill those nuh uh papa cant roll a office compulsive in the way she laid napkins all across the seat never puts her feet up on the just kicks em side to side to the .. on the radio she sings like dad does she knows all the words but she out the bad ones bitch, she always sings the word bitch cause it makes her daddy laugh, its her magic
and when daddy picks up they fight they fights about they fight about life so she concentrates so so on the music and loses herself of the bass and the movement
(x2)
turn buick off.