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  • [Intro:]
    Remember a child's places what I often heard while asking
    About the things no adolescent could imagine
    Trying on the pants of a man I had not yet become
    Hands too small to button the buttons my father often fastened
    While speaking on his dreams and ambitions although I could never understand
    There was comfort that I listened, with mention to be better than him
    [Verse 1:]
    Be a better man in the world of negligence
    Pedophilic malvolence, don't trust your reverend
    When they settling for settlements
    Lock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in
    The media graffiti-a with relishments
    Money, cars, and clothes I suppose what successful is
    They say so you're oats, it's natural to experiment
    But don't get stuck and ******* run amok - be celibate
    Only 14 when I first cut
    I wasn't her first, I had to strap up
    And thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me
    Cause a convo 'bout birds and bees wouldn't save me
    From a child I couldn't shoulder, pushin' in a stroller
    Down the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em
    Proceed to play ball, when he cried I can't console him
    I truly wasn't ready for kids, that's what he told me
    [Bridge:]
    I had a rich dad, poor dad
    I had a rich dad, poor dad
    I had a rich dad, poor dad
    I had a rich dad, poor dad
    [Verse 2:]
    Never in a sense of money spent
    Christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them
    Lead by example, don't get caught up in the rapture
    Life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter
    The older that you get, it's even harder to believe
    No superheroes on TV you used to see
    Remember that I told you slow down, control your speed
    The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee
    I remember when I fell from my first bike
    There were no "are you okays" and rarely "are you alrights"
    Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel
    That's when I realized that getting up is only half the battle
    The fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens
    The moment that the world took a **** upon my dreams
    Cause money is the root, and love is all we had
    In fact, I'm glad, I had a rich dad, poor dad
    [Bridge]
  • [Intro:]
    Remember a child's places what I often heard while asking
    About the things no adolescent could imagine
    Trying on the pants of a man I had not yet become
    Hands too small to button the buttons my father often fastened
    While speaking on his dreams and ambitions although I could never understand
    There was comfort that I listened, with mention to be better than him
    [Verse 1:]
    Be a better man in the world of negligence
    Pedophilic malvolence, don't trust your reverend
    When they settling for settlements
    Lock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in
    The media graffiti-a with relishments
    Money, cars, and clothes I suppose what successful is
    They say so you're oats, it's natural to experiment
    But don't get stuck and ******* run amok - be celibate
    Only 14 when I first cut
    I wasn't her first, I had to strap up
    And thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me
    Cause a convo 'bout birds and bees wouldn't save me
    From a child I couldn't shoulder, pushin' in a stroller
    Down the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em
    Proceed to play ball, when he cried I can't console him
    I truly wasn't ready for kids, that's what he told me
    [Bridge:]
    I had a rich dad, poor dad
    I had a rich dad, poor dad
    I had a rich dad, poor dad
    I had a rich dad, poor dad
    [Verse 2:]
    Never in a sense of money spent
    Christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them
    Lead by example, don't get caught up in the rapture
    Life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter
    The older that you get, it's even harder to believe
    No superheroes on TV you used to see
    Remember that I told you slow down, control your speed
    The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee
    I remember when I fell from my first bike
    There were no "are you okays" and rarely "are you alrights"
    Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel
    That's when I realized that getting up is only half the battle
    The fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens
    The moment that the world took a **** upon my dreams
    Cause money is the root, and love is all we had
    In fact, I'm glad, I had a rich dad, poor dad
    [Bridge]