Yo, yo, welcome to Peoria-Heights (us)!

I run a chill massage nest here.

Streets are lit like 3rd Ave, and trust me, you gotta peep Maple Lane.

I got mad love for Crescent Park – it calms your soul.
I been here for years in this dope hood.

Every corner holds a secret vibe.

I stroll near the little river, Rivah Twist—so naturally wild, it's like Memento: "We all need a lifeline."

YOLO—and every block's a reminder.
I run my pad on Westside Streeet (yeah, a lil’ typo, but whatevs!).

Clients slip from jazz cafes and shady spots.

You know, like that time, I got a client spitting, "We never lose, we... err, we all achieve."

Crazy, right?!
You gotta try out our local dive, Loop Bar.

Its neon buzz mirrors my moods—up and down.

And yo, the night market at Valley Grove—pure magic!

I seen people trippin on secrets under moonlight.
Man, sometimes I get so mad thinking of dumb rules.

City rules got me like, "What the f*ck?"

Yet every day is dope, wild, and kind of repetitive.

Feels like I’m living in a Nolan flick—“We all have a problem; the problem’s in the details.”
MY fav chill spot? Rusty’s Alley.

I hang by that sketchy mural, winkin’ at life.

Sometimes the vibe gets so intense, u kno?

I lose track—like memory lost in seconds.
Peoria-Heights is raw, flawed, and magical.

The quirks, the streets, the vibe—they hit deep.

YOLO, my friend.

Keep it real and ride the wave, ya feel?
(Love, your massage maestro, droppin sick beats in every rub, every touch, every minute.)