Champagne flutes on the porcelain rim
While the lighting is low and the prospects are slim
From the Grammys to the tub, yeah, we’re switching the scene
Soaking in more ego than a Maybelline gene
Got the loofah in the left, got the script in the right
Staying squeaky clean under a vanity light.
Bubbles, bubbles, popping like the paparazzi
Soaking in the wealth, feeling real top-notchy
Suds on the skin, glitz in the drain
Wash away the drama, wash away the pain
Yeah, we’re bubbling, bubbling, bubbling up!
Wait—is that a filter or a face mask?
Don’t ask, just bask in the high-class flask
Scrubbing off the tan from the Cabo sun
Being this famous is a 24/7 run!
Kardashian foam or a Beiber soak
Is it high-end art or a viral joke?
Duckie’s made of gold, water’s Fiji crisp
Catching all the clout with a soapy whisk
If a star falls in the tub and nobody’s there to post
Did they even get clean, or are they just a ghost?
Towels fluffy as a cloud, ego feeling proud
Drain the water out, yeah, we’re screaming it loud
