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Gym Class Heroes
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Like Father, Like Son (Papa's Song)
Lyricist:Disashi Lumumba Kasongo, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Harry Nilsson, Patrick Stump
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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