Texty: Gym Class Heroes. The Quilt. Like Father, Like Son.
Papa was a rollin' stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
August 6 1981, I took my first breath
They said I smiled, they cried till it was none left
I guess I knew what I was in for before hand
Miniature grown man, third of three sons
Big bird and squirt guns
Aunt Tamey dressed up like a clown when I turned one
Scared the shit outta me but thanks for tryin'
Sittin' in my high chair, throwin' cake and cryin'
I remember everything, every single detail
Clingin' on to 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 ass for them dollars
Now it all makes sense, back then I wasn't havin' it
Obsessed with He-man, so young and so adamant
More concerned with Castle Gray Skull than baseball
Then I learned if I worked a little, I could have it all
All my friends got allowances, I had a paper route
And when no one was lookin' I threw the papers out
Got caught, made dad furious
Said if you gonna do somethin', do it right, that's what earnest it
Papa was a rollin' stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Papa was a rollin' stone
Workin' hard while I'm at home alone
With some Mcolly Caulken shit, so be it
Little man had a plan, followed through with it
But moms was so inconsiderate, illiterate, nope
I read the dictionary daily, gift of gab of rap
And set sail and step mom brought the whoop end of the stick
Nothin' new to me, don't act like my momma
'Cause my dad bought you some jewelry, o the tom foolery
I sat back and watched pops play the ladies
Like just check mates, six sibling, three different moms
Can you imagine? Simply seein' your pay check
Broken down to fractions
Papa was a pimp, married four times
Indecisive, tryin' to strike a gold mine
Siftin' through the sand, somethin' like a 49er
Numb to the point that my chest become a coal mine
But women come and go
And I'll be here till the bitter end, pop, I'm just lettin' you know
I never understood temptation
I guess we both got a little David rough [Incomprehensible]
Everybody sing it with us now
Papa was a rollin' stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Papa was a rollin' stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
August 6 1981, I took my first breath
They said I smiled, they cried till it was none left
I guess I knew what I was in for before hand
Miniature grown man, third of three sons
Big bird and squirt guns
Aunt Tamey dressed up like a clown when I turned one
Scared the shit outta me but thanks for tryin'
Sittin' in my high chair, throwin' cake and cryin'
I remember everything, every single detail
Clingin' on to 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 ass for them dollars
Now it all makes sense, back then I wasn't havin' it
Obsessed with He-man, so young and so adamant
More concerned with Castle Gray Skull than baseball
Then I learned if I worked a little, I could have it all
All my friends got allowances, I had a paper route
And when no one was lookin' I threw the papers out
Got caught, made dad furious
Said if you gonna do somethin', do it right, that's what earnest it
Papa was a rollin' stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Papa was a rollin' stone
Workin' hard while I'm at home alone
With some Mcolly Caulken shit, so be it
Little man had a plan, followed through with it
But moms was so inconsiderate, illiterate, nope
I read the dictionary daily, gift of gab of rap
And set sail and step mom brought the whoop end of the stick
Nothin' new to me, don't act like my momma
'Cause my dad bought you some jewelry, o the tom foolery
I sat back and watched pops play the ladies
Like just check mates, six sibling, three different moms
Can you imagine? Simply seein' your pay check
Broken down to fractions
Papa was a pimp, married four times
Indecisive, tryin' to strike a gold mine
Siftin' through the sand, somethin' like a 49er
Numb to the point that my chest become a coal mine
But women come and go
And I'll be here till the bitter end, pop, I'm just lettin' you know
I never understood temptation
I guess we both got a little David rough [Incomprehensible]
Everybody sing it with us now
Papa was a rollin' stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Papa was a rollin' stone
But I wanna be the cover of a rollin' stone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Only I know that I can't do it alone
Gym Class Heroes
The Quilt
Gym Class Heroes