She by the nickname peyote, Her real is Iris Appearance doesn't matter so im not gonna it She was a dancer down at this portion I cant name the spot they merit the promotion But I been there look any strip club Everybody slicked up to get they dick sucked and mirrors you know fake magic tricks Like these people didn't come here for ass and tits But this one in particular was with midlife ballers And white out of towners Plus it attracted athletic individuals that here to play against The twins and the wolves Safe to say she made the rent years of age a spot up in Kentwood She had the car, the dog, and the sink She had a drug free body didn't even She had a sister who wouldn't giving her shit For out of art school to be a stripper Iris was and tired of the questions But big sis understand the perspective She her little sister isn't a slut But she herself and contributes to the gluttony Now here's Iris stealin' from the to buy some time To life something special
Where did you go? When did you That little one, you all up Oh how grown, those days are done Under the gun, now you are did you go? When did you fall? That little one, you all up Oh how grown, those days are done at us, who you to judge?
Her sisters name was Jocelyn Awfully slim, on a of bottled water and oxygen She lives on higher by the Target And she dates a photographer, that's how she started She ain't no supermodel, this is Minneap for that you'd have to to Chicago Or LA or NY Now she does she does here and she gets by And her boyfriend gets a little photos for advertising agencies Now he's gonna steal from the Stick it to the man, rebel One afternoon after work he to the strip club Just to up that shirt He and a couple job associates are gonna sink them Like they about to be Never met his girlfriends sister But she recognized him from cell pictures Any circumstances she'd have hollered But in heels is a little bit awkward his friends leave And when he up, she grabs him by the coat sleeve Too drunk to catch what she But he did offer her three on some head, like
Where did you go? When did you That little one, you all up Oh how grown, those days are done the gun, now you are dealt Where did you go? When did you That little one, you all up Oh how they've grown, days are done at us, who you to judge?
When you do wrong it makes me want to do It also out the guilt that makes the load feel light It gives some leverage to the morally impaired So make mistakes for us to over your hair