歌曲名 Like Father, Like Son (Papa Is Song) 歌手名 Gym Class Heroes

作词：Disashi Lumumba Kasongo+Eric Roberts+H Nilsson+Matt Mcginley+P Stump+Travis Mccoy

作曲：Disashi Lumumba Kasongo+Eric Roberts+H Nilsson+Matt Mcginley+P Stump+Travis Mccoy

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

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

Miniature grown man ha Third of three sons

Big bird and squirt guns

Aunt Tammy dressed up

as a clown when I turned one

Scared the shit 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 honest

But he had to go to work

and bust his ass for those dollars

Now it all makes sense back

then I wasn't havin it

Obsessed with heatin' it

so young and so admit

Walking Sir Castle school and 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 furious

And if your gonna do something do it right

That's what earnest is

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

Papa was a rolling stone working hard

while I was home alone

This is some Macaulay Culkin shit 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 jewelery

Oh and time coolery I sat back

And watched pops play

with women like chess check mate

Six siblings three different moms

Can you imagine seeing your paycheck

get broken down into fractions

Papa was a pimp married four time

indecisive trynna strike a gold mine

Sittin' in the truth of sand

something like a forty nine

Up to the point where

my chest becomes a cold mine

But when they come

and go I'll be here at the bitter end

Just letting you know

I never understood temptation

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 a cover of the 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