Verse 1
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 it looks just like Dad's car
It's 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 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)
Weavin' down Lake Street tryin' to get his scene on
Stoppin' the whip to say somethin' out the window
Bobbin' 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
(Shh)The high hats are angel's voices
They keep her distracted from the stranger's faces
Escape is a paradox
Because her childhood is locked in that music box

Chorus x2
Daddies drive around, Mommies work nightshifts
Sweet dreams, sleep little precious
Lay down in that music box
Escape in the sound of that music box

Verse 2:
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/1JiiYeah, 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 tryin' 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 yet, gotta sit still
Like the toy that she knows is gonna come with the Kid's Meal
She loves drive-thru food
Health conscious Dad, he buys her the juice
A little sip a soda builds the pride
Go ahead Baby Girl don't spill those fries
Nuh-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 'em side to side to the beat (on the radio)
She sings along like Dad does
She knows all the words but leaves out the bad ones
Except bitch, she always sings the word bitch
Because it makes her Daddy laugh, it's her magic trick
And when Daddy picks Mommy up they fight
They fight 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
Daddies drive around, Mommies work nightshifts
Sweet dreams, sleep little precious
Lay down in that music box
Escape in the sound of that music box

(Turn that Buick off)