GOTH GIRL MADNESS 🖤🩸

GOTH GIRL MADNESS 🖤🩸

Intro
Yeah…
Goth girl madness 🖤
Black lipstick, red eyes, whole room go silent
Drake, you better sit your old ass down 😭
You ain't built for this shit.

Hook
Old ass Drake, why you still actin' tough?
All that talk online, but it ain't enough
Goth girl madness, yeah, we callin' your bluff
Black heart, red eyes, bitch, we savage as fuck
You ain't Michael, don't compare that name
King of pop had the whole damn world in flames
You can have your little numbers, you can keep your fame
But legends leave a legacy — they don't chase the game

Verse 1
Drake, old ass, better check that mirror,
Hairline lookin' like it's slowly disappearing 😭
Talkin' like a king, but the crown look rented,
Whole damn persona feel copy-and-pasted.

You had your run, yeah, nobody deny it,
But goth girl walked in and the whole room got quiet.
Black nails, black boots, red fire in my eyes,
I don't need no ghostwriter just to murder these lines.

You flex champagne, I bring gasoline,
Turn your pretty little stage into a horror movie scene.
You ain't Michael Jackson, stop reachin' for the throne,
Michael made history — worldwide, on his own.

Pre-Hook
And I still wish XXX was here to see this bullshit,
See how the game changed and everybody got ruthless.
Gone too soon, but his voice still lives,
That's the kind of legacy the culture never forgets.

Hook
Old ass Drake, why you still actin' tough?
All that talk online, but it ain't enough
Goth girl madness, yeah, we callin' your bluff
Black heart, red eyes, bitch, we savage as fuck
You ain't Michael, don't compare that name
You can keep the numbers, you can keep the fame
Legends leave a legacy — they don't chase the game
Goth girl madness got the whole place insane

Verse 2
Dark room, bass knock, coffin on the floor,
Goth girl walk in like, “Drake, you want some more?”
I ain't impressed by the chains or the cars,
You can't buy immortality with a million-dollar bar.

You been around so long, damn, pay the rent 😭
Still tryna sound twenty-five with a thirty-five cent
Excuse every move, every headline, every beef,
Meanwhile the goth girl came to bring the whole beat to its knees.

R&B in my blood, hip-hop in my veins,
Trap drums hitting while I'm dancing in the rain.
Purple-black smoke rising up from the ground,
When the beat drops once, everybody gather 'round.

Bridge
Black roses, red moon,
Hear that bass go boom-boom.
No fear, no tears,
We been waiting all these years.

Drake, this ain't hate — it's madness on wax,
You stepped in the darkness and ain't finding your way back.
No crown, no throne, no fake-ass applause,
Just a goth girl laughing while she breaking the laws.

Final Hook
Old ass Drake, better get out the way,
Goth girl madness, this ain't your day.
Black heart beating while the bass go crazy,
Whole damn crowd screaming, “Goth girl, baby!”

You ain't Michael, don't touch that name,
Different kind of legend, different kind of fame.
Drake got a catalog — Michael changed the game,
And the goth girl came through setting fire to the stage. 🖤🔥

Outro
Goth girl madness…
Black lipstick.
Red eyes.
Bass shaking.
Drake…
Sit your old ass down. 😭🖤