She had a bad dream in the seat the same one as yesterday, the one as last week by her favorite favorites, elmo, barbie, her purple baby and that little match box looks like dads car its fast on the lever, pretends its it jumps over elmo cause it can fly far with daddy in the seat frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh girl the greatest he the words to everything on the radio playlist he fakes the even makes all the faces and he raises his voice 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 to say somethin out the window bobbin' his head to the beat on the daddy wont smoke no weed until the bass cradles her to sleep but he can steak his mack while she a nap to the sweet sounds of the gangster rap the hats are angels voices they keep her distracted from the voices escape is a paradox, because the childhood is locked in music box
daddys drive around, work night shifts dreams, sleep little precious lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of music box (x2)
yea, daddy people hes important the guy the suit and tie they see at the court and it seems he aint tryin to talk 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 like a big not allowed to have it yet, sit still like the toy she knows is gunna come with the kids meal
she loves drive-thru health conscious dad, he buys her the a little sip of soda, the pride go ahead baby girl dont those fries nuh uh cant roll a messy office compulsive in the way she laid them all across the seat puts her feet up on the upholstery just kicks em side to side to the .. on the radio she along like dad does she knows all the words but she out the bad ones except bitch, she sings the word bitch cause it her daddy laugh, its her magic trick
and when daddy picks up they fight they fights about money they fight about so she concentrates so so on the music and loses herself of the bass and the movement
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turn buick off.