(LEO37)
That’s the type of shit that’ll make you lose your mind
16 when he heard it for the first time
Adoration 
They salivatin’ 
His worth high
Fascinated
His plans are changing
The birth 
Conception
Rearrange misdirection
Seek those 3 words got him speakin in verse
Yes
This pressure high 
So now he fiendin green herbs
This dummy just mummied his Achilles heel in steel nerves 
Forward ever 
Never no reverse
Mom and Pops taught him well like ‘Please sir’
But no one told him that evenings would get so lonesome 
A fiend for the screams 
Insomnia
Replaying every moment
And when the screams cease 
His heartbeat slows closer to deceased
And finds means of coping with this beast
That sniff got him faded like an old T-shirt
Off’em ****in 3 words 
Like damn…..

(PEZEN)
就想對你說
沒什麼悶過孤獨
就想對你說  
Those 3 words

(LEO37)
And he’s sincere
Every time that he says it
He just says it too much to too many females at one time
A huge fan of the late Christopher Rios
He ain’t a player, just deeply addicted to that one line
He loves’em all 
In hopes that they’ll love back
No, it’s not at all what’s up in his nutsack
It’s the psyche 
“Do they really like me?”
So he tries convertin each one into wifey
And when they finally bite the bate he departs
Leaving pieces of heart all up in his wake
Restart
Pump brakes
Get numb just to get’im through the day
And it’s our own ****in fault so they say
In the land of hashtags and likes
Gangland and hype
Slang, sex and money
Just tryin to sleep through the night
Fools thinkin they Charming cause they hold that snow white
While most just try to hold tight

Speak none you won’t hear none