歌手:Atmosphere
所屬專輯：When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold
歌曲:In Her Music Box mp3
In Her Music Box Atmosphere歌詞
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Atmosphere - In Her Music Box
LRC制作：盛胡兵(QQ519376020)
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
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
Turn that Buick off
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