Trevor Lawrence Jr. - Music Box lyrics

[Produced by Dawaun Parker and Dr. Dre] [Intro] Yeah Yeah girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark Are ya? [Verse 1] You hear the beat As it makes ya not want to go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door It's locked so I go to creep Round the back with binoculars Not cause I want to peep But because I'm hungry She smells like tacos, I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows All so sweet With sugar plums Oh look here comes Marshall, he's on your street He's placing hot smoldering charcoals Beneath your feet Now walk on 'em He's dancing with carca**es cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey A holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast Strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers With JonBenet Rams' I guess a modern-day Jack the Ripper Is all that I am [Hook] (My music box) Cause when the lights are off I see the girl's asleep (My music box) But I can hear you my love You keep calling me (My music box) Although we're worlds apart You mean the world to me (My music box) So if you call, I'll come I will answer (My music box) Cause when the lights are off I see the girl's asleep (My music box) I hear my music box Playing a song for me (My music box) So won't you twirl around And do a whirl for me (My music box) And would you be My private little dancer (My music box) [Verse 2] I almost look comatose Who wants to be sober? Gross I foam like a Doberman Mouth open, I overdose Put coke up my nostrils In both my holes Then I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size Eyes are so bugged, I know I put on my mother's makeup Get naked and run around Waving the gun around I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder I wonder how come it rains But the sun is out The devil's upset with his wife They must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the f** out But what the f** about Voices are leading me up to the attic I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse The sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest But what do I do? It's locked I pick it and open it But it's stuffed full of human parts I dig til I find it I wind it up, and the tune just starts It's playing a song So beautiful And the room is dark The moon is full I smell a funeral Guess I'll loom in the park [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm fixated On asphyxiatin' And breakin' This little chick's neck Like a Pixy Stick The sick Satan-worshippin' b**hes get horse whippins' I'm in the back Through the back door slippin' Through the crack Leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortician of love Sent from above Forced entry to maul When she no more Stingy I've become Been doing this For more than a quarter-century I'm just numb Am I dreaming, is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come To tie her up Gotta roll me the ladder I've had enough of the chatter Climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in slow to shatter Her brain matter And batter her With a bat A matter of fact That will splatter her But before I do that I'll have a chat To flatter her Give her two compliments Back to back, like "Tabitha -- I'm your secret admirer I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight But you're no match for Dracula" Prolonging her plight As I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs Simple as that, cadaver her Zoom in with the lens Then pan back the camera Stand back Cause here comes your man Jack So Pamela [Hook]