She had a bad dream in the seat the one as yesterday, the same one as last week surrounded by her favorites, elmo, barbie, her baby blanket and little match box looks just like dads car its fast on the lever, pretends its it jumps over elmo it can fly that far with in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh girl the greatest he knows the to everything on the radio playlist he fakes the accent even makes all the and he raises his voice it makes him feel like he's famous
yea got his lean on down lake street tryin to get his scene on stop in the whip to say somethin out the bobbin' his head to the beat on the good daddy wont no weed until the bass her back to sleep but he can steak his mack while she a nap to the sweet pretty of the gangster rap the high are angels voices they keep her from the strangest voices escape is a paradox, because the is locked in that music box
daddys drive around, work night shifts sweet dreams, sleep little lay in that music box, escape in the sound of that music box (x2)
yea, daddy people hes important the guy with the and tie they see at the court and it seems like he aint tryin to talk to but at the car wash they treat him like the that she sees they papas big wheels and the she gets makes her feel like a big deal not allowed to it yet, gotta sit still like the toy that she knows is come 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 in the way she laid them 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 along like dad 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 trick
and daddy picks mommy up they fight fights about money they fight about life so she so so hard on the music and loses herself inside of the and the movement
(x2)
turn that off.