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unhinged
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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 matchbox looks just like dad's car
it's fast on the leather
pretends it's nascar
it jumps over elmo cause it can fly that far
with daddy in the front seat fronting like a rap star
and girl oh girl daddy's 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 her feel like he's famous
yeah, papa got his lean on a mean one
weaving down lake street trying to get his scene on
stop in the whip to say something out the window
bobbing his head to the beat on the radio
good daddy won't smoke no weed
until the bass cradles her back to sleep
then he can stake his mack while she takes a nap
to the sweet pretty sounds of the gangster rap
sshhh the high hats are angels voices
they keep her distracted from the strangest faces
escape is a paradox
because her childhood is locked in that music box
daddys drive around
mommys work night shift
sweet dreams sleep little precious
lay down in that music box
escape in the sound of that music box (2x)
yeah daddy knows people
he's important
the guy with the suit and tie they see at the court
and it seems like he ain't trying to talk to police
but at the car wash they treat him like the star that she sees
they like papa's big wheels
and the lollipop she gets makes her feel like a big deal
not allowed to have it gotta sit still
like the toy she knows is gonna come with the kids meal
she loves drive thru food
health conscience daddy buys her the juice
a little sip of soda builds the pride
go ahead baby girl don't spill those fries
nu uh papa can't roll a messy office
compulsive in the way she lay them napkins all across the seat
never puts her feet up on the upholstery
just kicks them 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 fight about money
they fight about life
so she concentrates oh so hard on the music
and loses herself inside of the bass and the movement
daddys drive around
mommys work night shift
sweet dreams sleep little precious
lay down in that music box
escape in the sound of that music box (2x)
turn that buick off
atmosphere ( urban_bodhisattva )
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