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Like Father, Like Son (Papa's Song)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gym Class Heroes
Gym Class Heroes
Performer
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Guitar
Eric Roberts
Eric Roberts
Bass Guitar
Matt McGinley
Matt McGinley
Drums
Travie McCoy
Travie McCoy
Vocals
Patrick Vaugh Stump
Patrick Vaugh Stump
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Songwriter
Eric Roberts
Eric Roberts
Songwriter
Harry Nilson
Harry Nilson
Songwriter
Matt McGinley
Matt McGinley
Songwriter
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Songwriter
Travie McCoy
Travie McCoy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Machine
Machine
Additional Producer
Craig ¿The Regulator¿ Frank
Craig ¿The Regulator¿ Frank
Recording Engineer
Bill Lefler
Bill Lefler
Co-Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Ben Allen
Ben Allen
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Vaugh Stump
Patrick Vaugh Stump
Producer

Lyrics

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 and cried till it was none left I guess I knew what I was in for before hand Miniature grown man 3rd of 3 sons Big bird and squirt guns Aunt tamey dressed up like a clown When I turned 1 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 daddys 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 adament More concerned with castle grayskull 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 home at alone With some mcolly caulken shit So be it Little man had a plan Followed through with it But mom's was so inconsiderate Illiterate nope I read the dictionary daily Gift of gab of rap And set sail And step mom brought the whip end of the stick Nothin' new to me Don't act like my mama cause my dad bought you some jewelry O the tom foolery I sat back and watched pops play the ladies Like just check mates 6 sibilings 3 diffrent mom's. Can you imagine? Simply seein' your pay check Broken down to fractions Papa was a pimp Married 4 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 in ms 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. (x2)
Writer(s): Patrick Stump, Harry Nilsson, Disashi Lumumbra-kasongo, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Eric Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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