Arête a 2:22 Dame In My Room

Hook Niggas afraid of fame because they can’t handle the game Don’t worry Pablo still cooking with propane We don’t do charcoal In this industry I am the king of the hill I’m juggernaut y’all niggas can’t even compare Born pretty on my lap here’s your dame You could try mine I share I swear haha but you don’t even dare Healing’s difficult, scars run deep, Forgiveness easy, but the pain won’t sleep. Hard to forget, memories creep, Old habits die hard, in shadows I seep. I’m hard right now, like the streets I roam, Blind broad in my lap, she’s making it home. Neglect the ignorant, truth’s what I’m facing, Withholding wisdom, my heart’s still racing. Niggas afraid of fame because they can’t handle the game Don’t worry Pablo still cooking with propane We don’t do charcoal In this industry I am the king of the hill I’m juggernaut y’all niggas can’t even compare Born pretty on my lap here’s your dame You could try mine I share I swear haha but you don’t even dare Dark thoughts linger, like smoke in the air, Lost in my mind, but I’m fully aware. Echoes of struggle, they whisper my name, Chasing the light, but I’m stuck in the game. Past sins haunt me, they won’t let go, A king in the chaos, just putting on a show. Forgive but can’t forget, the weight of the throne, In this kingdom of pain, I’m forever alone. P.S My dearest; we mustn’t mistake feeble infatuation for love, manipulative control for genuine care nor Lust for passionate affection. Love yours, one day you here and the next one you gone….