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Artist/Band:
Gym Class Heroes
Lyrics for Song: Like Father, Like Son (Papa's Song)
Lyrics for Album: The Quilt [2008]
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 adamant.
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, that's 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.
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