Lyrics
Somewhere along on the drive
Mom turned for a rare rapport
She said "I hear this song all the time
But he never pays his child support"
And it's been haunting us
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Met a guy in LA
Who took one look at my face
And he said "I've seen that look
In the photographs I took of his glory days"
It's so over told that daddy's a rolling stone
I know it's not what I wanna be
Fuck, I'm playing this song on his guitar
I know for sure I don't wanna be a rockstar
If it makes me what you are
Next time your song is playing
At the bar I swear I'll go home
At least I know you won't be there
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Memorizing all your footsteps
So I don't follow you and trip and fall
But now I'm walking down on Hempstead
Thinking about regrets
It's so over told that daddy's a rolling stone
I know it's not what I wanna be
Fuck, I'm playing this song on his guitar
I know for sure I don't wanna be
It's so over told that daddy's a rolling stone
I know it's not what I wanna be
Fuck, I'm playing this song on his guitar
I know for sure I don't wanna be a rockstar
If it makes me what you are
Next time your song is playing
At the bar I swear I'll go home
At least I know you won't be
Rockstar, if it makes me what you are
It's so over told that daddy's a rolling stone
I know it's not what I wanna be