[Verse] It's starting to feel a lot like Griftmas Everywhere we scroll They tug at your heart so tight With stories of plight But it’s your money they want That's their goal [Verse 2] They put on a show to play the victim Tears ready to spill A sob for a super chat A scream for a stat Their followers empty wallets at will [Chorus] Oh it's starting to feel a lot like Griftmas Likes are on the rise And every tragic tale Makes them quite a sale It's enough to make you roll your eyes [Verse 3] Each sob story has a flashy banner With a PayPal link They weave sob stories well Have a sorrow to sell And each one has a different kink [Bridge] Disasters turn into their goldmine Drama's hot on demand True empathy's rare But grifting They swear Is something that they long understand [Verse 4] Now they're casting eyes for the next heartache A new tale to spin They're pocketing woe With a well-timed show And the super chats start rolling in