Like Father, Like Son Lyrics - The Quilt - Gym Class Heroes

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 Ruffin in us. 

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