She had a bad dream in the back 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 like dads car its fast on the lever, pretends its it jumps elmo cause it can fly that far with daddy in the front frontin' like a rapstar
hey girl, oh girl daddys the he knows the words to on the radio playlist he fakes the accent makes all the faces and when he raises his voice it makes him feel he's famous
yea got his lean on weavin down lake tryin to get his scene on stop in the whip to say out the window bobbin' his head to the beat on the good daddy smoke no weed until the cradles her back to sleep but he can his mack while she takes a nap to the pretty sounds of the gangster rap the high hats are angels they keep her distracted the strangest voices escape is a paradox, because the childhood is locked in that box
daddys drive around, mommys work shifts sweet dreams, sleep precious lay in that music box, escape in the sound of that music box (x2)
yea, daddy knows people hes the guy with the suit and tie they see at the and it seems he aint tryin to talk to police but at the car wash they treat him the star that she sees they like papas big and the lollipop she gets makes her feel a big deal not allowed to have it yet, gotta sit like the toy she knows is gunna come with the kids meal
she drive-thru food health dad, he buys her the juice a little sip of soda, builds the go ahead girl dont spill those fries nuh uh papa cant a messy office compulsive in the way she them napkins all across the seat 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 laugh, its her magic trick
and when daddy picks mommy up they they fights about money they about life so she concentrates so so on the music and loses herself inside of the bass and the
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turn that off.