She had a bad in the back seat the same one as yesterday, the same one as week by her favorite favorites, elmo, barbie, her baby blanket and that little match box looks just dads car its fast on the lever, its nascar it over 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 everything on the playlist he fakes the accent makes all the faces and when he raises his it makes him feel like he's famous
yea papa got his on weavin down lake street to get his scene on stop in the to say somethin out the window bobbin' his head to the beat on the good daddy wont no weed the bass cradles her back to sleep but he can steak his mack while she a nap to the pretty sounds of the gangster rap the high hats are voices they keep her from the strangest voices escape is a paradox, because the is locked in that music box
daddys drive around, mommys night shifts dreams, sleep little precious lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of that box (x2)
yea, daddy knows people hes 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 treat him like the star that she they papas big wheels 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 loves food conscious dad, he buys her the juice a little sip of soda, builds the 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 her feet up on the upholstery just kicks em side to side to the .. on the radio she sings along like dad she knows all the but she leaves out the bad ones except bitch, she sings the word bitch cause it her daddy laugh, its her magic trick
and daddy picks mommy up they fight they fights about money fight about life so she so so hard on the music and loses inside of the bass and the movement
(x2)
turn that off.