Like Father, Like Son (Papa's Song) (исполнитель: 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] a coal mine. But when [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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.