I guess it's genetics That makes me love the feel smoke The burn of alcohol down my throat It's a family business after all Papa grows and daddy sells How easy it is to ask for some They'll share it with me lovingly Whatever it is that I may need Easy access to my vice They never even think twice Just hand it over with a smile Tell me to be back home in awhile Or, text them to let them know Where I'm staying at that night They don't ever tell me no, They never say you can't stay there And if perhaps my mother calls? I'm in the bath or out for a walk I might even be asleep Safely tucked into my bed.
My papa would be my grandfather. I've always called him papa. I'm at their house every other weekend. I spend Friday there and then Saturday... Well. Wherever the **** I want to really. I used to stay at a female friends house but recently I've been staying at a guys house... I thought for sure they wouldn't let that happen but they did. I'm slightly confused tbh.