She had a bad dream in the back the same one as yesterday, the same one as week by her favorite favorites, elmo, barbie, her purple blanket 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 front seat frontin' like a
hey girl, oh girl the greatest he knows the words to everything on the playlist he fakes the accent even 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 somethin out the his head to the beat on the radio good daddy wont no weed until the bass cradles her to sleep but he can steak his mack she takes a nap to the sweet pretty of the gangster rap the high are angels voices they keep her distracted from the strangest escape is a paradox, because the childhood is in that music box
daddys drive around, mommys night shifts sweet dreams, 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 aint to talk to police but at the car wash they treat him like the star that she like papas big wheels and the lollipop she gets makes her feel a big deal not to have it yet, gotta sit still like the toy that she knows is come with the kids meal
she loves food health dad, he buys her the juice a little sip of soda, the pride go ahead girl dont spill those fries nuh uh papa roll 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 dad does she all the words but she leaves out the bad ones except bitch, she always the word bitch cause it her daddy laugh, its her magic trick
and daddy picks mommy up they fight they fights about money they fight life so she concentrates so so on the music and loses herself of the bass and the movement
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turn that off.