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 purple baby and that little match box looks just like car its fast on the lever, its nascar it jumps elmo cause it can fly that far with in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh daddys the greatest he knows the to everything on the radio playlist he fakes the accent makes all the faces and when he raises his voice it makes him feel like famous
yea got his lean on weavin down street tryin to get his scene on in the whip to say somethin out the window bobbin' his to the beat on the radio good daddy smoke no weed the bass cradles her back to sleep but he can steak his mack while she a nap to the sweet sounds of the gangster rap the high hats are voices keep her distracted from the strangest voices escape is a paradox, because the is locked in that music box
daddys drive around, mommys work night sweet dreams, sleep precious lay down in that music box, escape in the of that music box (x2)
yea, daddy knows hes important the guy the suit and tie they see at the court and it seems like he aint to talk to police but at the car wash they him like the star that she sees they like papas big and the she gets makes her feel like 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 health dad, he buys her the juice a sip of soda, builds the pride go ahead baby girl dont those fries nuh uh papa cant a messy office compulsive in the way she laid them napkins all across the never puts her feet up on the just kicks em side to side to the beat .. on the she sings along like dad she all the words but she leaves out the bad ones except bitch, she sings the word bitch it makes her daddy laugh, its her magic trick
and daddy picks mommy up they fight fights about money they fight about life so she concentrates so so on the music and loses inside of the bass and the movement
(x2)
turn that off.