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 sh**
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 f** 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?