Macklemore - Stay At Home Dad Lyrics
[Speaking] Alright baby girl, lets sing to it[Pre-Verse]You're getting your degree, you're going to collegeI'm making music and hoping that kanye puts me onBut If I don't make it baby, will you be mad at meIf I just chilled at home as your stay-home-daddy?[Verse 1]Come on, I'll make you coffee (coffee), and a bagel (bagel)And another bagel (2 bagels)Keep on reading that paper, then it's off you goHun your gonna be late, don't forget your briefcase, drive safe, (peace babe)Wake up the kids, toast the toast, put the raisin bran up in the bowlThe toast... did I forget the toast? The toast is toast, damnit I burnt the toastStart crying, the kid's like Dad what's wrong? Oh it's not you kids...It's just me I'm alone... Dad's a little bit stressed... Oh *****!Feeling so sensitive, I'm going for a latte, see what's popping at pilatesHit up my friends like yo what up man, you trying to have a spa date?The *****? Your a stay at home dad... that's not gay![Hook]Ay, ay, ay, ay, you go to work, I mow the lawnAy, ay, ay, ay, you make the cheese I'll bring the guac (Nacho Sauce, Spanish)Ay, ay, ay, ay, you buy the clothes, I'll take them off (?)Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm a stay at home dad, this is my job[Pre-Verse 2]You go girl, get that promotionI'll be on the sofa, collecting unemploymentYelling at the tv, watching Maury PovichQuit gropin' that girl, Maury Povich[Verse 2]Who is this Shelly Jones *****?Shit is 4 o'clock, time for Oprah (Oprah)The gospel of the Lord, for dads who stay at homeEven though we can't get bonersBut still I'll trade that for your lane cooking lasagnaSwoopin up the kids from soccer practice (soccer practice)Then time for gymnastics, rice crispy treats and wax baggiesI'm with my kids in the mini-van, listening to NPRWith the windows down, through the cul de sacThen it's homework time, dinner time, set the placematsCut clean, tuck the rugrats in blanketsThen I lay you down, pop two cialis, put on stain andThen go quench my paletteIs that douche, or does your cooch just smell like flowers?Your feet are calloused, peppermint towletteJasmine pedicure? Scented oil, homeopathic backrub?I am Aladin, your carpet is magic, your wish has been grantedI would just love to ride your carpet out of the palaceNow keep on bringing the green baby, and I'll keep on tossin' salad[Hook][End - Speaking]Ladies and gentlemen, we have been, conditioned to believeWe must fit in a role? brainwashed by babylonDepicting our role must match our genitalia, hell to the noIt's men who go to work, and women raise the children, but I knowThe hardest job is maintaining the householdSo I am doing a back to back, no tradebacks, with this briefcaseFor 2010, I am staying at home
