Представляем точный текст композиции "In Her Music Box" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Atmosphere . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «In Her Music Box» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Atmosphere передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Atmosphere - "In Her Music Box"
Lyrics to In Her Music Box : 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 hes 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 of the [' ] 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. [ In Her Music Box Lyrics ]
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