dark drake
by Libby Pages
Lyrics
[Intro - gritty electric guitar riff, pulsating synth bass, confident male rap-sung vocals with echo]
Yo, Aubrey, time to wake up from your ghostwriter dreams
This crown's too heavy, pass it – you're just a meme
[Verse 1 - driving rock drums kick in, crunchy power chords, smirking spoken-word delivery building to melody]
You flexin' OVO chains, but your flow's on lease
Ghosts in the studio, pen ain't yours, capisce?
From Degrassi days to fake beefs you chase
Pillow-talkin' rappers, hidin' in your safe space
Views drop like your cred, numbers can't save ya
Beta male vibes, we all see the player
Champagne Papi? More like crying in the club
Your bars recycled, straight from the dub
[Pre-Chorus - tension rise with layered harmonies, palm-muted guitars, rising synth swell]
Feel the heat comin', no more dodgin' the shade
Time to face the king, your facade starts to fade
[Chorus - explosive full band, anthemic hooks, gang vocals shouting "OVOHO!", massive reverb on leads]
Drake, you're done, ghostwritten throne's collapsin'
Fake tough guy, heart soft like your dissin'
We own the game, you're just a pop star crashin'
Bow out now, before the real smoke you're gaspin'!
(OVOHO! Fade out!)
[Verse 2 - upbeat tempo shift, distorted guitar solos weaving in, aggressive rhythmic rap with ad-lib snarls]
Kendrick called it, now the world's in on the joke
Your squad's a circle jerk, all hype, no smoke
Million-dollar deals for bars that don't hit
Feelin' yourself off algorithms and clicks
Toronto's prince? Nah, you're the court jester
Stealin' flows from the greats, what a molester
Pusha peeled your mask, kids and all the dirt
Now you duckin' shadows, hurt where it hurts
[Pre-Chorus - intensified buildup, crashing cymbals, vocal stacks multiplying]
No more runnin', the truth's closin' in tight
Your empire's crumbles under spotlights bright
[Chorus - even bigger, pyrotechnic drums, crowd-chant backing, soaring rock opera vocals]
Drake, you're done, ghostwritten throne's collapsin'
Fake tough guy, heart soft like your dissin'
We own the game, you're just a pop star crashin'
Bow out now, before the real smoke you're gaspin'!
(OVOHO! Fade out!)
[Bridge - stripped-back dark piano, vulnerable whisper turning to growl, subtle trap hi-hats creeping in]
Thought you were untouchable, invincible king
But the pen's mightier, hear the bell ring
No more capes, hero turned zero quick
Time to retire, Aubrey – stay sick
[Outro - fading distortion waves, echoing laughs and guitar feedback, final ad-lib taunts dissolving into static]
Drake... done... ghost... OVOHO... (fade to black)