Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Met a guy, 6’9”, thought he was a dream,
Had that smile, had that charm—yeah, or so it seemed.
Talkin’ sweet, saying all the right things,
Little did I know, he had puppets on strings.

[Pre-Chorus]
Told my best friend, “Girl, I think he’s the one,”
Turns out he had a list, we were just next up for fun.
Playin’ games, spillin’ lies, he got no shame,
Now his name just leaves a bitter taste.

[Chorus]
Brady, Brady, thought you were gold,
Turns out you’re rusted, a story retold.
A narcissist with a crooked mind,
Playin’ us all while you’re crossin’ the line.
Oh-oh, you’re fool’s gold, fool’s gold.

[Verse 2]
He said all the right things, made me believe,
But behind my back, he had tricks up his sleeve.
Double-tap, late night chats, all the red flags,
While I was fallin’, he was out there keeping track.

[Pre-Chorus]
Told my best friend, “Girl, I think he’s the one,”
Then she said, “Oh no, he’s been texting me some.”
What a joke, what a fraud, what a damn disgrace,
Boy, we shoulda caught you sooner in the race.

[Chorus]
Brady, Brady, thought you were gold,
Turns out you’re rusted, a story retold.
A narcissist with a crooked mind,
Playin’ us all while you’re crossin’ the line.
Oh-oh, you’re fool’s gold, fool’s gold.

[Bridge]
Now I hear you’re talkin’ to girls too young,
Tell me, Brady, is that really fun?
6’9”, but your morals are low,
Creepin’ ‘round like nobody knows.
But we know. Oh, we know.

[Breakdown] (Soft, haunting vocals before final chorus)
Maybe one day, you’ll see what you’ve done,
But karma’s a game, and you’ve already won…
The prize of being left alone.

[Final Chorus]
Brady, Brady, look at you now,
No one left to fool, no one around.
A narcissist with a tainted name,
Hope you love the bed you made.
Oh-oh, you’re fool’s gold, fool’s gold.

[Outro]
6’9” but you still fell short,
Now your name’s just a bad retort.
Brady, Brady, you lost the fight,
We took back our power—boy, goodnight.

(Mic drop. End track.)