Pan - His Fantasy (Lyric Video)

Pan - "His Fantasy" shorturl.at/4v0zk
from the debut extended play PARTYMACHEN shorturl.at/qGqdo
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"His Fantasy"
Marcell Varga - lead vocals, background vocals, vocal arrangements, songwriter, production, synth programming, drum programming, keyboard, percussion
Jakob Hegner - composition, production, drum programming, synthesizer, recording and mixing
Luca Ortmann - guitar, bass
Patrizio Böttcher - horn section
Anneli - background vocals
Dunja Denda - background vocals
Tristan Caleb Cornelius Robert van de Vijver - background vocals
Maria Triana - mastering
Lyrics
Pan His Fantasy, baby.
Night comes and he knows my name.
Taxi’s waiting, I tore my lace,
Back of my shoulder he rule my gaze.
Frame is now his cubic piece,
Stilettos echo through the streets.
Heatwave running through my veins,
From ceiling mirror to my face:
Pan His Fantasy, baby.
And all the things that he sees in me.
Champagne splinters and fly I trace,
Sink down deep under glass I raise.
Pan His Fantasy, baby.
Nothing’s ever enough here lately.
Silence speaks, I don’t know my place,
You ask in the mirror, “Who I face?”
Come stack it out,
Leather on a face, I’ll stick it out.
How deep the cut? Clive bit the tongue,
Puffing on a blunt down in a club.
Tell the boys it's the one, downbeat,
Sticky tips on a Tamagotchi grip
And I coun down… (3…2…1) 'cuz my…
Frame is now his cubic piece,
Stilettos echo through the streets.
Heatwave running through my veins,
From ceiling mirror to my face:
Pan His Fantasy, baby.
And all the things that he sees in me.
Champagne splinters and fly I trace,
Sink down deep under glass I raise.
Pan His Fantasy, baby.
Nothing’s ever enough here lately.
Silence speaks, I don’t know my place,
You ask in the mirror, “Who I face?”
Streetlights lit up the dark alley,
You want it darker, one quick entry.
Shattered pieces on ground, I see -
There's this... in his fantasy.
Pan His Fantasy, baby.
all the things he sees in me.
Silence speaks, I don’t know my place,
You ask in the mirror, “Who I face?”
[Outro]