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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
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