Song | 3 Words |
Artist | LEO37 |
Artist | Pezen |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | 3 Words |
(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 |
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 Tshirt | |
Off' em in 3 words | |
Like damn.. | |
PEZEN | |
jiù xiǎng duì nǐ shuō | |
méi shén me mèn guò gū dú | |
jiù xiǎng duì nǐ shuō | |
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 |