She by the nickname peyote, Her real is Iris Appearance doesn't matter so im not gonna it She was a down at edit this portion I cant name the they don't merit the promotion But I been there like any strip club slicked up trying to get they dick sucked Smoke and mirrors you know magic tricks Like people didn't come here just for ass and tits But this one in particular was popular midlife ballers And collar out of towners Plus it attracted athletic individuals that came to play against The twins and the wolves Safe to say she made the rent Twenty of age a spot up in Kentwood She had the car, the dog, and the kitchen She had a drug free body didn't drink She had a sister who wouldn't stop her shit For out of art school to be a stripper Iris was sick and of the questions But big sis understand the perspective She knows her little sister a slut But she objectifies herself and to the gluttony Now here's Iris from the devil to buy some time To make something special
Where did you go? When did you That little one, you all up Oh how they've grown, days are done Under the gun, now you are Where did you go? did you fall? little one, you all grown up Oh how grown, those days are done at us, who you to judge?
Her oldest name was Jocelyn Awfully slim, on a of bottled water and oxygen She on higher water by the Target And she a photographer, that's how she started modeling She ain't no supermodel, this is Minneap for you'd have to move to Chicago Or LA or NY Now she does what she here and she gets by And her gets a little currency Taking photos for advertising Now he's gonna from the devil Stick it to the man, rebel One afternoon after work he went to the strip Just to up that shirt He and a couple job are gonna sink them drinks Like about to be extinct Never met his girlfriends sister But she recognized him cell phone pictures Any other circumstances have hollered But topless in heels is a little bit Eventually his friends And when he gets up, she grabs him by the sleeve Too drunk to what she says But he did offer her three hundred on some head,
Where did you go? did you fall? That little one, you all up Oh how they've grown, those days are the gun, now you are dealt Where did you go? did you fall? That one, you all grown up Oh how grown, those days are done at us, who you to judge?
When you do wrong it makes me to do right It also cancels out the guilt that makes the feel light It also gives some to the morally impaired So make mistakes for us to hold over your