Brat - Tristessa

Silk on my skin, fire in my stare
You call it defiance, I call it a dare
Got a crown on my head and thorns in my kiss
I don’t play nice unless pain feels like bliss
You want control?
Show me your grip
Talk is cheap, babe
I need teeth, not lips

You like it rough, but I like it real
No velvet cage unless it comes with steel
Call me brat, but here’s the truth:
I’m the altar and the sin you’ll worship to

Brat is just another word
For a goddess in disguise
I don’t kneel for empty kings
Only those who earn the right
Make me crave the fall
Make me beg to lose control
But ’til you do, I wear the crown
And I sit on my throne

I’ll bow, but only if you earn it
I’ll bow, but only if you earn it
This temple opens when you’re worthy

Lace and leather, sweet and mean
You’re chasing storms inside my seams
Don’t confuse the pout with plea
I’m not soft, I’m just hard to please

Make me ache,
Make me plead,
Make it worth
The way I bleed

You want the key, I want the spark
You want the key, I want the spark
Show me your hunger like it’s art

Call me brat, but here’s the truth:
I choose the chains if I choose you.

Brat is just another word
For a goddess in disguise
I don’t kneel for empty kings
Only those who earn the right
Make me crave the fall
Make me beg to lose control
But ’til you do, I wear the crown
And I sit on my throne

I don’t bend for barked commands
But whisper low, and I’ll understand
Tie me down with reverence,
Not rope
I’ll surrender, but only in smoke

Say please.
Say more.
Say you need
What’s behind this locked door.

Brat is just another word
For a goddess who won’t bow
‘Til you touch her like a prayer
And break her holy vow
Make me crave the fall—
Make me beg to lose control
But ‘til you do, I wear the crown
And I sit on my throne

(created by Suno)