Gym Class Heroes - Like Father, Like Son Lyrics

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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

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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

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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