Call me "Daddy's little Tesla" and Park me at the curb on Rodeo Drive Trust fund sins in a powdered white lie Infinity pools and Chateau D'Yquem on ice Gold cards make his little baby play nice
He sips guilt like Watenshi in Baccarat Blessed and cursed by old bloodlines A piss-soaked prayer in a five-star suite Keeps his little Tesla down on her knees
She'll bath in his Golden showers Yeah Golden showers Yeah Just to taste his power Taste his power Yeah So put your stains on me And I'll stay on my knees It's our filthy dream A filthy dream
Daddy paid for the sins I adore Silver-spoon safe words behind locked doors Leather and linen baby's skin pale as the moon My rebellion's wet and it's coming soon
We flood the guilt with satin sheets History's weight on bent white knees Let 'em judge from the mezzanine While I drown in a yellow sea
She'll bath in his Golden showers Yeah Golden showers Yeah Just to taste his power Taste his power Yeah So put your stains on me And I'll stay on my knees It's our filthy dream A filthy dream
I spit on the patriarchy's throne Daddy said I'd never be alone But I found my truth in a liquid crown Tear the old world down down down We drip we slip we own the night Privilege and peril in pale moonlight Golden showers ivory on platters I reclaim the dark with decadent power