She had a bad dream in the back seat 
the same one as yesterday, the same one as last week 
surrounded by her favorite favorites, 
elmo, barbie, her purple baby blanket 
and that little match box looks just like dads car 
its fast on the lever, pretends its nascar 
it jumps over elmo cause it can fly that far 
with daddy in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar 

hey girl, oh girl daddys the greatest 
he knows the words to everything on the radio playlist 
he fakes the accent even makes all the faces 
and when he raises his voice it makes him feel like he's famous 

yea papa got his lean on 
weavin down lake street tryin to get his scene on 
stop in the whip to say somethin out the window 
bobbin' his head to the beat on the radio 
good daddy wont smoke no weed 
until the bass cradles her back to sleep 
but he can steak his mack while she takes a nap 
to the sweet pretty sounds of the gangster rap 
the high hats are angels voices 
they keep her distracted from the strangest voices 
escape is a paradox, because the childhood is locked in that music box 
 [bad word]  
daddys drive around, mommys work night shifts 
sweet dreams, sleep little precious 
lay down in that music box, escape in the sound of that music box 
(x2) 

yea, daddy knows people hes important 
the guy with the suit and tie they see at the court 
and it seems like he aint tryin to talk to police 
but at the car wash they treat him like the star that she sees 
they like papas big wheels 
and the lollipop she gets makes her feel like a big deal 
not allowed to have it yet, gotta sit still 
like the toy that she knows is [bad word] with the kids meal 

she loves [bad word] food 
health conscious dad, he buys her the juice 
a little sip of soda, builds the pride 
go ahead baby girl dont spill those fries 
nuh uh papa cant roll a messy office [bad word] in the way she laid them napkins all across the seat 
never puts her feet up on the upholstery 
just kicks em side to side to the beat .. on the radio 
she sings along like dad does 
she knows all the words but she leaves out the bad ones 
except [bad word]  she always sings the word [bad word] 
cause it makes her daddy laugh, its her magic trick 

and when daddy picks mommy up they fight 
they fights about money they fight about life 
so she concentrates so so hard on the music 
and loses herself inside of the bass and the movement 
 [bad word] (x2) 

turn that buick off.