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    Papa was a rolling stone
    But I wanna be a cover of the rolling stone
    Only if I know that I can do it alone
    Only if 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] grade 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 if I know that I can do it alone
    Only if 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 if I know that I can do it alone
    Only if I know that I can do it alone

    Papa was a rolling stone
    But I wanna be a cover of the rolling stone
    Only if I know that I can do it alone
    Only if I know that I can do it alone

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    Licensed by © EMI Music Publishing
    Written by DISASHI LUMUMBA-KASONGO | MATTHEW MCGINLEY | TRAVIS MCCOY | HARRY NILSSON | PATRICK STUMP

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