Lyrics:
liar A traveling genius (Astonishing sybarite) But mainly, a great ,great liar You need an honest embodied encounter Where you can show to others
aux murs capitonnés Que longs couloirs, sous pyramides Que belotes entre dieux froissés Et dire qu'on disait la musique Pour sybarites, pour
Casanova in Hell Back in the library His revenge is his story What he will write Will recall the bite Of his wit and legendary appetite The sybarite
Endless vacation Felt like perdition Sybarite woman Stood at attention Pacing the basement, like Cassius in Rome Or in Kinshasa "Just let me
She talks about affluence-about the life of luxury You sybarite, you're gawdy. The things you like are tawdry The rich you try to embody. Yeah, you're
Take it or leave it I don't give a fuck Fractals in my headspace I can't look around Static in my ears thought I was falling down Sybarite tendencies I'm
benjis Nigga who the fuck said money don't make you happy? Got a smile on my face when I stack it and flip it I just count up all day bitch I'm sybarite
we’re all a bit broken Could sit and panic while the city all burns But that’s just not us Last cry of the Sybarite Share this drink now, it comes with
Now I got seven old passports I wear Gucci brand Versace Prada Suit I only wear designer stuff I wear Fendi and all She knows I'm a sybarite for sure
Father Predecessor Phantom touch - infanticide In fantasies, my hands are tied An indentured servant, a sybarite I see no evil - he gouged my eyes!
sybarite trempé dans un cénote J'ai vascularisé mon sceptre priapique tourné vers toi comme un héliotrope Tu m'as condamné à la bandaison jusqu'à ce que mort
Prada, Suit, I only wear designer stuff I wear Fendi and all She knows I’m a sybarite for sure That’s why she humps and jumps along I’m shy, I’m shy
and most glorious victory is at hand. The procrastinating sybarites of the bureaucracy have been threatened and bribed into compliance over this venture.
Bring on your acolytes Pre-madonna sybarites I sacked the shamanite - give me Gabriel's head - give me Gabriel's head on a dit Donnez-moi La
Spring Snowdrop To drive a swine through the hanks of yarn, a sybarite on the virgin pall, winter whitened fields. We who sleep must now awake,
qu'elle est Ne pas perdre son âme pour le succès Être soi-même et le rester Sybarite, rechercher le plaisir et le luxe Sans se dynamiter Ce n'est pas en
tongues... (Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the mantle of shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in terror from
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