She had a bad dream in the back the one as yesterday, the same one as last week surrounded by her favorites, elmo, barbie, her baby blanket and that little box looks just like dads car its on the lever, pretends its nascar it jumps over elmo cause it can fly far with in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh girl the greatest he knows the words to everything on the radio he fakes the accent even makes all the and when he his voice it makes him feel like he's famous
yea papa got his on weavin down street tryin to get his scene on stop in the to say somethin out the window his head to the beat on the radio good daddy wont smoke no until the bass her back to sleep but he can steak his mack she takes a nap to the sweet pretty of the gangster rap the high hats are angels they keep her distracted from the strangest escape is a paradox, because the is locked in that music box
daddys around, mommys work night shifts sweet dreams, little precious lay down in that music box, in the sound 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 tryin to talk to but at the car wash they him like the star that she sees they papas big wheels and the lollipop she gets makes her 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 drive-thru food health conscious dad, he her the juice a little sip of soda, the pride go ahead baby girl dont spill those nuh uh papa cant roll a messy compulsive in the way she laid them napkins all across the never puts her up on the upholstery just kicks em side to side to the beat .. on the she sings 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 daddy mommy up they fight they fights about money 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 buick off.