She goes by the peyote, Her name is Iris doesn't matter so im not gonna describe it She was a down at edit this portion I cant name the spot don't merit the promotion But I been there look like any club Everybody up trying to get they dick sucked Smoke and mirrors you know magic tricks these people didn't come here just for ass and tits But this one in particular was popular with ballers And white out of towners Plus it athletic individuals that came here to play against The and the timber wolves Safe to say she the rent good 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 even She had a who wouldn't stop giving 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 contributes to the Now here's Iris stealin' from the devil to buy some To make life something
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 Where did you go? When did you little one, you all grown up Oh how they've grown, those days are Look at us, who you to
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 that have to move to Chicago Or LA or NY Now she does what she does here and she by And her boyfriend gets a currency Taking photos for agencies Now he's gonna steal from the Stick it to the man, revolutionary One afternoon after work he went to the strip Just to loosen up that He and a couple job associates are sink them drinks Like they about to be Never met his girlfriends sister But she recognized him from phone pictures Any other circumstances have hollered But in heels is a little bit awkward his friends leave And when he gets up, she grabs him by the coat Too to catch what she says But he did offer her three hundred on some head,
Where did you go? When did you That little one, you all up Oh how they've grown, days are done the gun, now you are dealt Where did you go? When did you little one, you all grown 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 cancels out the guilt that makes the load light It also gives some leverage to the impaired So mistakes for us to hold over your hair