Stripper Blues!

Yo, listen up, this ain't fairy tale romance...

Datin' a stripper? Heaven, hell, and straight nightmare fuel.

Buckle up, here's the raw truth, no filter.

She slides down that pole like a goddess on fire, thighs grippin' steel, ass clappin' higher.

Body oiled up, neon lights dancin' on curves that kill, every night's a private show, payin' no bill.

Flexible as fuck, bends in ways that break your mind, mornin' splits on the kitchen counter, leavin' me blind.

Tips stack like bricks, she funds our wild-ass dreams, Lambo dreams on pole money, livin' supreme.

Sex game's legendary, lap dances turn to full nights of poundin', throat deep, no gaggin', queen of the mountin'.

Confident strut, owns every room, makes me feel like a king when she whispers dirty things.

Late shifts mean mornin' fucks, pussy still wet from the stage glow, best high life's ever known.

But damn, the jealousy hits like a brick to the balls, watchin' hands grope her glitter while she stalls.

Drunk dudes slobberin', stuffin' bills in her thong, I sit home scrollin' Insta, feelin' dead wrong.

Schedule's a nightmare, 2AM calls from the club, "Babe, one more set," while I'm pullin' my nub.

Fake tits, fake smiles for strangers' delight, wonder if that moan for me or just stage fright?

Bills paid, but drama's free—ex-pimps textin' late, "Miss my baby," got me checkin' her phone straight.

Parties every night, coke lines she swears ain't hers, but her nose red, eyes wild, testin' my nerves.

Emotional rollercoaster, one day lovin', next cryin' 'bout "the life," leavin' me sighin'.

Ugly truth drops: track marks hid under wristbands, pills in her purse from clubland's demands.

STD scares weekly, "It's just a rash, chill," but I'm googlin' symptoms, poppin' pills myself.

Pimps lurkin' shadows, threats over unpaid "fees," one night he shows up, knife out, testin' me.

Kids from old flings pop up, baby daddies drama queens, child support wars tearin' at the seams.

Her world's toxic—dancers stealin' her shine, backstabs deeper than the dick she grinds.

Self-esteem shattered, mirror hates her sober face, "Without the pole, who am I?" lost in the chase.

Fights turn feral, plates flyin', cops at the door, love turns to hate, beggin' for more.

Burnout hits hard, stage lights fade to depression, rehab dreams she skips for another session.

Was it worth the ride? Goods tease, bads grind, ugly destroys.

She dances away my soul, piece by fuckin' piece.

But damn, that fire... addictive poison, can't quit.

So fellas, chase that stripper dream if you dare, but know the price—heart scarred, wallet bare.

Good fucks forever, bad nights endless, ugly scars eternal.

Peace out, survivors... choose wisely, or join the wreckage.