She had a bad dream in the seat the same one as yesterday, the same one as last by her favorite favorites, elmo, barbie, her purple baby and that little match box looks just dads car its on the lever, pretends its nascar it jumps over cause it can fly that far with daddy in the front seat frontin' like a
hey girl, oh girl daddys the he knows the to everything on the radio playlist he fakes the even makes all the faces and when he raises his voice it makes him feel like he's
yea papa got his on weavin down lake tryin to get his scene on in the whip to say somethin out the window bobbin' his head to the on the radio good wont smoke no weed the bass cradles her back to sleep but he can steak his mack while she a nap to the pretty sounds of the gangster rap the high hats are angels they keep her distracted from the strangest escape is a paradox, because the childhood is locked in that box
daddys around, mommys work night shifts dreams, sleep little precious lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of music box (x2)
yea, daddy knows hes important the guy the suit and tie they see at the court and it seems like he tryin to talk to police but at the car wash they treat him 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, sit still like the toy that she knows is gunna come with the meal
she loves food health conscious dad, he her the juice a little sip of soda, the pride go ahead girl dont spill those fries nuh uh papa cant a messy office compulsive in the way she laid them napkins all across the puts her feet up on the upholstery just kicks em side to to the beat .. on the radio she sings along like dad she knows all the words but she out the bad ones except bitch, she always sings the word cause it makes her laugh, its her magic trick
and when daddy picks mommy up fight they fights money they fight about life so she concentrates so so on the music and loses herself inside of the and the movement
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turn that off.