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 on the lever, pretends its nascar it jumps over elmo it can fly that far daddy in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh girl daddys the he knows the words to on the radio playlist he the accent even makes all the faces and when he 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 out the window bobbin' his head to the on the radio good daddy wont smoke no 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 hats are voices keep her distracted from the strangest voices escape is a paradox, because the is locked in that music box
daddys around, mommys work night shifts dreams, sleep little precious lay down in that music box, escape in the of that music box (x2)
yea, daddy knows hes important the guy with the suit and tie they see at the and it seems like he tryin to talk to police but at the car they treat him like the star that she sees they papas 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 the kids meal
she loves drive-thru conscious dad, he buys her the juice a sip of soda, builds the pride go ahead girl dont spill those fries nuh uh papa cant roll a office compulsive in the way she laid them all across the seat never puts her up on the upholstery just em side to side to the beat .. on the radio she along like dad does she knows all the words but she leaves out the bad except bitch, she always sings the word cause it makes her daddy laugh, its her magic
and when picks mommy up they fight they fights about money fight about life so she concentrates so so hard on the and loses inside of the bass and the movement
(x2)
turn buick off.