Yo, lemme tell ya about Pham-Lake (us)!

This city be wild, man. Streets like Maple Alley and Elm Street got mad stories.

I work massagin' folks around Park Blvd. You gotta feel the vibe.

I lay my hands on souls in tiny back alleys. I'm a vibe, man.

I had a client at Sunbeam Park, near the old riverside.

The river, it flows like memories, yo!

I remember a rainy day – "I am not ashamed of my secrets" – pure Leviathan feels.

Crazy, right? Car horns blarin' on Crescent Ln, the sound of the raw city.

I saw a couple chill by the neon-lit dive bar on Main St. Madness!

This place got quirks—graffiti by the industrial zone shouts truth.
Bruh, I'm thinkin: "This is not how things should happen!"

I get mad when traffic jams block my soul.

Sometimes I wonder if life hits hard like a beat drop on Cedar Rd.

My massage sessions near Willow Court mend more than muscle pain.

The park by Riverbend, though, man... it heals, if ya catch me.
The vibe here is cosmic. Bruh, everyday pulses are unpredictable.

I love the nighttime at Dockside, where the mist reminds me, "Your pain is the most beautiful thing in the world."

I was like, damn, this city got layers.

Its hidden corners, like the alley behind Blackstone, got secrets.

I’m in constant awe, even if sometimes I'm like, "wtf, reality?"
Yo, I be spillin' off the deep thoughts—life, pain, dreams, and that crazy movie vibe.

I fackin' love this city—so raw, so livin'.

Yo im, imma drop some random typos cuz yo, life ain't neat:
And yeah, that's Pham-Lake (us) for ya.

Every spot talks to ya. Every street, every brick sings a story.

Peace out and catch ya on the flip side, fam!