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      chorus:   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 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 gunna come with the kids meal      she loves drive-thru 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   compulsive 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 bitch, she always sings the word bitch   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      chorus (x2)      turn that buick off.