(som de flashes, câmeras e gritos de paparazzi ao fundo — abafados)
(cordas suaves começam a crescer — o violino puxa o clima de drama)
[Lil Tiger — fala lentamente, com voz baixa e presença real]
> They talk about love...
Like it’s some fairytale.
Like it’s flowers, poems and Paris lights.
But love ain’t sweet — it’s expensive.
It’ll cost you privacy... peace...
And sometimes?
The one thing you can't get back: trust.
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(batida leve entra — suave, como um coração batendo lento)
> She said I was her “safe place.”
But safe ain't sexy anymore.
She posted me on close friends…
And had another rapper in her DMs.
One kiss from him...
And my name was trending.
---
> They don’t care if it’s real.
They just want the story.
And when it ends ugly?
That’s when the cameras show up.
That’s when the headlines hit harder than heartbreak.
---
(violino e piano caminham juntos — criando tensão)
> I ain't innocent either.
I got history in silk sheets.
Got love notes in hotel lobbies.
Got memories that smell like her perfume and power.
Yeah...
I’m the kind of guy your mama warned you about...
But somehow I’m always the one they run to.
---
> They take my silence as guilt.
But the truth is — I just got tired of explainin'
What it's like...
To love under lights.
To trust someone…
Who only loves the version of you that gets clicks.
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(batida some por 4 segundos — apenas piano e violino)
> So now?
I don’t fall in love.
I fall into headlines.
And my heart?
It got a PR manager now.
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[Pausa — voz mais baixa, climática, como um filme começando]
> Welcome to my life.
The truth behind the stories.
The body behind the rumors.
The name they whisper in DMs.
Welcome to the album.
Welcome to... “Heart$ & Headlines.”
