In My Atmosphere - Raphael Lake & Aaron Levy

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 talking 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 he's famous Yeah Papa got his lean on 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 gangsta 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 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, 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 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 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

Yeah, I saw the sign in the window, for the job Yeah I got a high school education, but that's all Skills? You wanna know if I got some skills? Yeah I got some skills This goes out to all my friends What you gonna be when you grown up? I'm all grown up and still don't know what I mop throw up, I rock a tow-truck Long as it means that I can get old and post up I used to be a typical winner Living off the gratuity from delivering your dinner Cause as a kid, I didn't consider That I would get the opportunity to be a full-time spitter I love this occupation I got bosses across the nation Validation is an understatement And I don't really know how to take a vacation My kind don't have any free time I'm so distracted, but everything's fine I speak shine and I read signs Appreciate your opinion but this dream's mine It's all love, we're cool But you don't tell a cowboy what to do I was the ugly kid that didn't listen Little big man full of ambition Based on imagination, just like you Daydreaming, thinking bout the things I might do I used to paint, draw and illustrate Mom would facilitate and it would feel okay Seems like yesterday still plays a part When I grow up, I wanted a job making art Picture that, how many years old? Young enough to mix up love with career goals But I was just this tall when they told me That the world was mine, but the papers weren't signed There's no deed, so proceed to go seed Up the whole piece like it owes me groceries Don't breathe until you formally know me Won't leave? Better call authorities It's all love, we're cool But you tell an astronaut what to do The turntables stole my heart Burnt the paintbrush, broke it apart I miss it, I might revisit But I wasn't that good, I admit it, maybe you can't tell But as a kid, I wanted to be Melle Mel And later as a teenager I wanted to be LL Then I discovered weed and I wanted to be Del But thank God eventually I found myself It's funny when I bump into fools I used to go to school with, and they ask what I'm doing Half of the time I want to crack a lie But fuck it, I'm still a wannabe rapper guy Hahaha, yeah I guess that it seems that way I get to see the world, and it's decent pay As long as somebody want to see us play I wake up every morning and I seize the day It's all love, we're cool But you don't tell the president what to do It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all I don't get to call in sick y'all