iris

My friend Iris, she lives in a van. Saves her money to spend it when she can. On food or gas or an album to last her her next trip My friend Iris, is doing alright Both her parents approve of her life Of riding around till she's tired and parking by beach signs So I'll ride around with her till the Volkswagen dies My friend Iris believes in a God And if she prays right, he'll give her what she wants But I've tried kneeling and I haven't heard anything back Iris found Him driving through Santa Cruz Silly me thought I found him through you But she got a record deal and all I got was bad news Iris is singing 'Good Vibrations' and I'm stuck here singing the blues Ooo, I quit my job I moved back home Ooo, tryna find religious repose but Ooo, all I got was fear of missing out Guess rules don't apply when you feel as alive as Iris Oooh Iris I wanna live like my friend Iris I wanna live like my friend Iris I wanna live like my friend Iris I wanna live like my friend Iris Ooo, I quit my job I moved back home Ooo, tryna find religious repose but Ooo, all I got was fear of missing out Guess rules oh don't apply when you feel as alive Don't apply when you feel as alive Don't apply when you feel as alive as Iris Oh Iris. Yeayea yeah