Rolled money, old cards, empty bags tucked away in those
certain drawers
We'd P.A.T.T hard behind closed & locked doors
Party favors kept hidden during the day
& at night brought out to play
Soon as we started, it's one after other
Something I'll never share with my mother
Bits & pieces I might tell
Never the whole story, unless I want to hear her yell
Carrying on into the night
Our secrets kept well out of sight
Morning comes & off to work we go
No matter how ****** we felt, we'd always show
Can't let the habit take control
Even though our bodies were paying the toll
It was a decision we decided to make
A risk we were willing to take
Looking back on all those times
It helps me now, write some pretty awesome rhymes
Although we don't do that anymore
Since it doesn't make us feel like before
Plus I don't like repeating the past
But we did find some peace & we enjoy how long that tends to last
We have so many laughs & never ending fun
&& just to think it is only just begun