Lyrics

Donald…
I’ve seen that album you signed for your friend,
A naked sketch and a wink at the end.
“We have certain things in common,” you scrawled,
Like a thief in the nursery, crawling down the hall.
Secrets… pressed between the pages like flowers,
Blooming in the dark, hiding from the daylight hours.

Billionaire baby… can’t clean your hands,
Still clutching that silver spoon, and the filth it demands.
Billionaire baby… all dressed in gold,
But the dirt from the island’s still stuck in your soul.

Donald…
They’ve seen you smile in those old Mar-a-Lago tapes,
You knew his taste — you called it “great,” you called it “shapes.”
Flying high on that jet with no name on the list,
Till a thousand hands turned black ink into mist.
Redacted like a prayer no one dares to speak,
But truth’s got teeth, and it bites through the weak.

Billionaire baby… can’t clean your hands,
Still clutching that silver spoon, and the filth it demands.
Billionaire baby… you can’t buy clean,
When your name’s in the shadows of a blacked-out scene.

Donald…
Maxwell’s smiling in a Texas breeze,
Minimum bars, maximum ease.
DOJ keeps her secrets under lock and lace,
Like the look you wore when you saw her face.
The files you swore you’d free —
Still buried where the children can’t see.

Donald…
I’m not your base, I’m not your crowd,
I’m the voice that’s gonna say it out loud.
You’ve been a bad boy since the day you could crawl,
And your playground’s built with the bones of us all.

Billionaire baby… can’t clean your hands,
Still clutching that silver spoon, and the filth it demands.
Billionaire baby… the cradle’s on fire,
Rockin’ with secrets till the ropes all expire.

Secrets never sleep, Donald…
…they just wait in the dark.