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In Her Music Box

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2016-12-21

  Atmosphere - In Her Music Box

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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

  Its fast on the leather, pretends its nascar

  It jumps over Elmo cause it can fly that far

  With Daddy in the front seat frontin like a rap star

  And girl, oh girl, Daddy's the greatest

  He knows the words to everything on the radio play list

  He fakes the accent, even makes all the faces

  And when he raises his voice it makes her feel like hes famous

  Yeah Papa got his lean on, a mean one

  Weavin down Lake Street tryin to get his scene on

  Stoppin the whip to say something 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 angles' voices

  They keep her distracted from the strangers' voices

  Escape is a paradox because the 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

  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

  Yeah, Daddy knows people, hes important

  The guy with the suit and tie they see at the court

  And it seems like he ain't tryin to talk to police

  But at the car wash they treat him like the star that she sees

  They like Poppa's 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 gonna 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 don't spill those fries

  Nu-uh, Papa cant 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 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 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

  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

  Turn that Buick off

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