Spose - At Home lyrics

[Verse 1: Anna Lombard, Dave Gutter, both] Momma had a problem with Poppa getting drunk while she stayed home Poppa's s'posed to call the crib I guess he didn't hit the payphone So Momma packed all his sh** 'Cause Poppa didn't come straight home Poppa loves his ball and chain Momma loves a rolling stone, at home At home [Hook: Armies] Poppa loves his ball and chain Momma loves a rolling stone, at home [Verse 2: Anna Lombard, Dave Gutter, both] God loves a working man Poppa never went to church, though And Momma was a perfect ten And Poppa fell asleep in his work clothes Poppa was a working man But he drank as steady as his workload But Poppa loves his ball and chain And Momma loves a rolling stone, at home At home [Bridge: Dave Gutter & Anna Lombard] Love don't fade (Love don't fade) Love don't leave (Love don't leave) Like Mom and Dad (Mom and Dad) We'll grow a family tree (Grow a family tree) [?] We gonna play in the sea (Gonna play in the sea) Like Mom and Dad (Mom and Dad) We'll grow a family tree (Grow a family tree) Woo! [Verse 3: Spose] Knock, knock! Open the door and then see all the people Poppa was a rolling stone but when he started drinking, he felt like the Beatles It felt like Ringo was playing, he sat at the bar to the beat Grampa had cancer in liver, the apple not far from the tree You know Momma ate dinner alone He said he'd be home but his phone died But he lost track of time, he's like, "Oh my" She's like, "No you're not, dude, tell me, don't lie" Poppa was a rolling stone, 1 AM and he won't go home She glanced at the clock and then built a suitcase With the pants and the socks, changing the locks