Grown in foreign countries
Roasted for my delight
Packed in spotless pods
Offered on their altar
Just for me
Expected like the first social rung
I feel that every expertise
Every choice
Every gesture
Fills their head with the idea that now
Lure and lust are standard
I now swim in ground stardust
Driven by result
Managed by goals
Lead by high taste bourgeois
Above their cheap desires
I drink the purest juice
Of the rarest strains
From the cushiest shop
The more miserable the pickers
The greater my gain
I am finally complete
I recall the advertisement
I appear in the guise of it
I am the TV, the magazine
I am climbing up the ladder
I am in the top office
I am at the cutting edge
Of society
Of anxiety
I am in the highest rise in the city
I am the steering committee
And I have no more pity
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Performed By: Mattress
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Baptiste Lefebvre, Etienne Batise, Léonard Levy, Pierre Gadeceau, Quentin Diaferia
Mattress - Incontournable Lyrics
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Grown in foreign countries
Roasted for my delight
Packed in spotless pods
Offered on their altar
Just for me
Expected like the first social rung
I feel that every expertise
Every choice
Every gesture
Fills their head with the idea that now
Lure and lust are standard
I now swim in ground stardust
Driven by result
Managed by goals
Lead by high taste bourgeois
Above their cheap desires
I drink the purest juice
Of the rarest strains
From the cushiest shop
The more miserable the pickers
The greater my gain
I am finally complete
I recall the advertisement
I appear in the guise of it
I am the TV, the magazine
I am climbing up the ladder
I am in the top office
I am at the cutting edge
Of society
Of anxiety
I am in the highest rise in the city
I am the steering committee
And I have no more pity
Roasted for my delight
Packed in spotless pods
Offered on their altar
Just for me
Expected like the first social rung
I feel that every expertise
Every choice
Every gesture
Fills their head with the idea that now
Lure and lust are standard
I now swim in ground stardust
Driven by result
Managed by goals
Lead by high taste bourgeois
Above their cheap desires
I drink the purest juice
Of the rarest strains
From the cushiest shop
The more miserable the pickers
The greater my gain
I am finally complete
I recall the advertisement
I appear in the guise of it
I am the TV, the magazine
I am climbing up the ladder
I am in the top office
I am at the cutting edge
Of society
Of anxiety
I am in the highest rise in the city
I am the steering committee
And I have no more pity
Writer: Baptiste Lefebvre, Etienne Batise, Léonard Levy, Pierre Gadeceau, Quentin Diaferia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid