Nangs (Tame Impala Remix)

INTRO Soundbyte of Tame Impala's Kevin Parker talking about lucid dreaming CHORUS But is there something more than that? VERSE 1 (16 BARS) There ain’t no magic left I’m lost in an echo chamber Marrimekko blissed out frame Until, she just a stranger And that’s a dead cicada Hanging around my neck Play the corner block Spit the frail shit While my dreams are made of Handfuls of Lexapro Or either dream of a One-way ticket to Mexico Lushlife Bless the flow Festivals, record sleeves That boy needs therapy, black And matter fact, ayo The boy need celebrity Postcards from Italy Zoloft or misery Cold hearts She feeling like Murakami is history Mystery achievement I never pretend to feel that The blackest nights Manhattanites And with real bags I peel tags and whip around, black I feel bad But, I ain’t ever felt anything else But real sad So while you look alive I know the rhythm For Lonerism Is humble pie Never had to wonder why CHORUS But is there something more than that? VERSE 2 If she a Buddhist, I’m a Cubist Plus, I’m new to this, black The city streets and the concretes Is Brutalist It’s Lush Vida last supper I raise my champagne flute And to take my last upper She turned the last lover To last living living boy In Philadelphia to fly The high fade The pomade Just to tell her why You think I’m lost in dreams I’m ghostwriting for ghosts And go through every scene To tell them what the fuck I mean I’m all alone On Elysian Fields Or thundering The South Philly hot block Cold, dark, and crumbling And I’m just mumbling It’s in desperation New person and Same mistakes No infatuation No patience League of Nations, black Fall apart Take them back I don’t want to try to be cool I’m here to make the raps And disappear and reappear These Venus Years got me Headed for Earth and still in fear Earthbound and still in tears CHORUS But is there something more than that?