Like father, like son (papa's song)
by Gym Class Heroes
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Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone
Only I know that I can do it alone
Only I know that I can do it alone.
August 6th, 1981 I took my first breath.
They said I smiled and cried until it was none left.
I guess I knew what I was in for before hand.
Miniture grown man ha.
Third of three sons. Big bird and squirt guns.
Aunt Tammy dressed up like a clown when I turned one.
Scared the shit out of me but thanks for trying.
Sitting in my highchair throwing cake and crying.
I remember everything, every single detail,
Clinging on daddy´s leg like don´t leave I´ll be good. I promise.
I´ll do anything Dad honest.
But he had to go to work and bust his ass for them dollars.
Now it all makes sense, back then I wasn´t havin it,
Obsessed with He-Man so young and so adimit.
More concerned with Castle Greyskull than baseball
And I learned that if I worked a little that I could have it all.
All of my friend´s had allowances, I had a paper route.
And when no one was looking I threw the papers out.
I got caught made dad was furious
And if your gonna do something do it right, thats what earnest is.
Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone
Only I know that I can do it alone
Only I know that I can do it alone.
Papa was a rolling stone
Working hard while I´m at home alone
On some Macaulay Culkin shit so bit.
Little man had a plan and had to follow through with it
But moms was so inconsiderate.
Illiterate? Nope. I read the dictionary daily.
Give the gap the rap and set sailing
Step moms get the poop end of the stick nothing new to me.
Don´t act like my momma because my dad bought you some jewlery.
Oh the tom foolery
I sat back and watched pops play with women like chess, check mate.
Six sibilings, three different moms. Can you imagine
Simply seeing your paycheck broken down into fractions.
Papa was a pimp, married four times,
Indicisive, trynna strike a gold mine.
Siftin through the sand something like a fortyniner
Up to the point where my chest becomes a coal mine.
But when they come and go,
I´ll be here at the bitter end Pop I´mm just letting you know.
I never understood temptation
But I guess we both got a little David Rufus in us.
Everybody sing it with us now.
Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone
Only I know that I can do it alone
Only I know that I can do it alone.
Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be a cover of the rolling stone
Only I know that I can do it alone
Only I know that I can do it alone.
But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone
Only I know that I can do it alone
Only I know that I can do it alone.
August 6th, 1981 I took my first breath.
They said I smiled and cried until it was none left.
I guess I knew what I was in for before hand.
Miniture grown man ha.
Third of three sons. Big bird and squirt guns.
Aunt Tammy dressed up like a clown when I turned one.
Scared the shit out of me but thanks for trying.
Sitting in my highchair throwing cake and crying.
I remember everything, every single detail,
Clinging on daddy´s leg like don´t leave I´ll be good. I promise.
I´ll do anything Dad honest.
But he had to go to work and bust his ass for them dollars.
Now it all makes sense, back then I wasn´t havin it,
Obsessed with He-Man so young and so adimit.
More concerned with Castle Greyskull than baseball
And I learned that if I worked a little that I could have it all.
All of my friend´s had allowances, I had a paper route.
And when no one was looking I threw the papers out.
I got caught made dad was furious
And if your gonna do something do it right, thats what earnest is.
Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone
Only I know that I can do it alone
Only I know that I can do it alone.
Papa was a rolling stone
Working hard while I´m at home alone
On some Macaulay Culkin shit so bit.
Little man had a plan and had to follow through with it
But moms was so inconsiderate.
Illiterate? Nope. I read the dictionary daily.
Give the gap the rap and set sailing
Step moms get the poop end of the stick nothing new to me.
Don´t act like my momma because my dad bought you some jewlery.
Oh the tom foolery
I sat back and watched pops play with women like chess, check mate.
Six sibilings, three different moms. Can you imagine
Simply seeing your paycheck broken down into fractions.
Papa was a pimp, married four times,
Indicisive, trynna strike a gold mine.
Siftin through the sand something like a fortyniner
Up to the point where my chest becomes a coal mine.
But when they come and go,
I´ll be here at the bitter end Pop I´mm just letting you know.
I never understood temptation
But I guess we both got a little David Rufus in us.
Everybody sing it with us now.
Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone
Only I know that I can do it alone
Only I know that I can do it alone.
Papa was a rolling stone
But I wanna be a cover of the rolling stone
Only I know that I can do it alone
Only I know that I can do it alone.
