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đŸ€– MĂșsica composta e produzida por InteligĂȘncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Sunglasses on, but the sky’s still gray, Pulse in my chest, no way to say All the weight I’m carryin’ like a name That I don’t want to claim. Clink of glass, I fake a laugh, Behind the rim, I’m losing track— Of who I am, of what I’m for, But I’m still here, and I’m not done yet. [Pre-Chorus] They think I’m high on the scene, Dancin’ loud, a king in green— But every step I take is flame, Fadin’ slow, but not the same. [Chorus] I wear my pain like a crown, No tears fall, but I’m drownin’ down. Sunglasses hid the storm inside, Now I’m conquerin’ with nowhere to hide. This victory’s sharp, this pain’s my fire— I’m still standin’ after the entire world’s tired. Yes, they see the strut, the flex, the grace— But I’m alive, and I’m not in disgrace. [Verse] Cigarette glow, a ghost in the light, Every whisper feels like a fight. I smile wide, but my soul’s a scar, No map, no guide, just one more star. They say “You made it,” but I’m still fallin’— Not from love, but from the mask I’m allin’. I’ve walked through silence, bled for the sound, And still I rise off the ground. [Pre-Chorus] They think I’m high on the scene, Dancin’ loud, a king in green— But every step I take is flame, Fadin’ slow, but not the same. [Chorus] I wear my pain like a crown, No tears fall, but I’m drownin’ down. Sunglasses hid the storm inside, Now I’m conquerin’ with nowhere to hide. This victory’s sharp, this pain’s my fire— I’m still standin’ after the entire world’s tired. Yes, they see the strut, the flex, the grace— But I’m alive, and I’m not in disgrace. [Bridge] They don’t know how I’ve been Fighting ghosts, never been seen. But every time I fall, I rise with more— This life’s my war, and I’m the boss. No more apologies, no more lies, I’m not broken, I’m just alive. And when the music fades, and I’m alone, The truth I wore is my throne. [Chorus] I wear my pain like a crown, No tears fall, but I’m drownin’ down. Sunglasses hid the storm inside, Now I’m conquerin’ with nowhere to hide. This victory’s sharp, this pain’s my fire— I’m still standin’ after the entire world’s tired. Yes, they see the strut, the flex, the grace— But I’m alive, and I’m not in disgrace. [Outro] Sunglasses on
 Still standin’
 Still alive
 Still proud.

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