Macklemore

Macklemore - Stay At Home Dad

rate me

feat. Ryan Lewis

I’ll always be by your side

Even when you’re not around

Have I ever gone...?

You get in there to break

You’re going to college

So I’m making music hoping that Kanye puts me on

But if I don’t make it baby

Would you be mad at me

If I’d have shown at home

As you stay home daddy

Come on!

I’ll make you coffee

And a bagel

And another bagel

Keep on reading that paper

Then as off you go

Hon you’re gonna be late

Don’t forget your briefcase

Drive safe be

Wake up the kids, toast some toaster

Put the raisin’ bread up in the bowl

The toast!

Did I forget the toast?

The toast is toasted and I burned the toast

Start crying the kids like “that was ...”

Oh it’s not you kids, it’s me

I’m just alone!

Pop’s a little bit stressed out

Feeling so sensitive

Going for a latte

Seeing what’s popping at pilates

And then my friends are like

“What up man? Trying to have a spa day?”

The fuck?

Stay home dad, that’s not gay

Ey, ey, ey, ey

You go to work I moan the loon

Ey, ey, ey, ey

You make the cheese I’ll bring guacos

Ey, ey, ey, ey

You buy the clothes I’ll take them off

Ey, ey, ey, ey

Imma stay at home dad, this is my job

You go girl, get that promotion

I’ll be on the sofa, collecting unemployment

Yelling the TV, watching Maury Povich

Quit popping that girl Maury Povich

Who’s this shitty Jones bitch?

Shit, it’s four o’clock

Time for Oprah! (Oprah)

The gospel of the Lord for dads who stay at home

They know we can’t get boners

We still watch Rachel Ray

And then we’ll cook risotto

Pick up the kids from soccer practice

Then time for gymnastics

Rice crispy strips and wax daddies

I’m with my kids in the minivan

Listening to NPR with the windows down

Through the clothed sack

Then there’s homework, then there’s time to set the place

Cook clean, tuck the rug rats in blankets

Then I let you down, pop two Seattles

Put on stains and go and clench my pallets

Is that douche? Or is you Cush just smell like flowers?

If you’d have culets, ever met...?

Jasmine pedicure, scented oil, imma pack this back rub

I am Aladdin, your carpet’s magic

Your wish has been granted

I would just like to ride your carpet outside the palace

Now keep bringing home the green baby

And I’ll keep gonna toss it

Ey, ey, ey, ey

You go to work I moan the loon

Ey, ey, ey, ey

You make the cheese I’ll bring guacos

Ey, ey, ey, ey

You buy the clothes I’ll take them off

Ey, ey, ey, ey

Imma stay at home dad, this is my job

Ladies and gentlemen we have been

Conditioned to believe

That we must fix in a ...

Must match our genitalia

Hail to the now

And we going to work

And willing to raise the children

But I know

The hardest job is maintaining the household

So I am doing no back back

No trades back from this back case

For in 2010 I am staying at home

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