Gym Cla** Heroes - Like Father, Like Son (Papa's Song) lyrics

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Gym Cla** Heroes - Like Father, Like Son (Papa's Song) lyrics

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** 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 a** 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** 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 poop end of the stick nothing new to me. Don't act like my momma because my dad bought you some j**lery. 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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