Gym Class Heroes - Like Father, Like Son

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Papa was a rollin' stone

But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone

Only I know that I can't do it alone

Only I know that I can't do it alone



August 6 1981, I took my first breath

They said I smiled, they cried till it was none left

I guess I knew what I was in for before hand

Miniature grown man, third of three sons

Big bird and squirt guns



Aunt Tamey dressed up like a clown when I turned one

Scared the shit outta me but thanks for tryin'

Sittin' in my high chair, throwin' cake and cryin'

I remember everything, every single detail

Clingin' on to 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 Gray Skull than baseball

Then I learned if I worked a little, I could have it all



All my friends got allowances, I had a paper route

And when no one was lookin' I threw the papers out

Got caught, made dad furious

Said if you gonna do somethin', do it right, that's what earnest it



Papa was a rollin' stone

But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone

Only I know that I can't do it alone

Only I know that I can't do it alone



Papa was a rollin' stone

Workin' hard while I'm at home alone

With some Mcolly Caulken shit, so be it

Little man had a plan, followed through with it

But moms was so inconsiderate, illiterate, nope



I read the dictionary daily, gift of gab of rap

And set sail and step mom brought the whoop end of the stick

Nothin' new to me, don't act like my momma

'Cause my dad bought you some jewelry, o the tom foolery



I sat back and watched pops play the ladies

Like just check mates, six sibling, three different moms

Can you imagine? Simply seein' your pay check

Broken down to fractions



Papa was a pimp, married four times

Indecisive, tryin' to strike a gold mine

Siftin' through the sand, somethin' like a 49er

Numb to the point that my chest become a coal mine



But women come and go

And I'll be here till the bitter end, pop, I'm just lettin' you know

I never understood temptation

I guess we both got a little David rough [Incomprehensible]

Everybody sing it with us now



Papa was a rollin' stone

But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone

Only I know that I can't do it alone

Only I know that I can't do it alone



Papa was a rollin' stone

But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone

Only I know that I can't do it alone

Only I know that I can't do it alone



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