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lirik lagu like father, like son (papa’s song) – gym class heroes


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 sh*t 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 *ss 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 sh*t 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 p**p 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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