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