penny lane
Look within, baby, see the sky
Know I'll fall but I'd like to fly-y-y-y
Path is cold and my feet are ice
And your face melts into my eyes
Look within, baby, see the sky
Know I'll fall but I'd like to fly-y-y-y
Path is cold and my feet are ice (Is the lack of love my liberty?)
Or is it what I want the most?
Prom queen, almost famous
Penny Lane, she's my A-list
Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah
Strike out when I make it
Prom queen, almost famous
Penny Lane, she's my A-list
Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah
Strike out when I make it
She can fill my life up with her coffee
Black beans, green trees, and she bossy, yeah
GPS on but I'm lost, see, yeah
UPS truck for the posse
Yeah, light inside the tunnel and she found me
Yeah, gas station fuck, get me rowdy
Yeah, tear me all to pieces, baby, hound me
Yeah, put me back together, you can crown me
They don't know the half like a payphone
She a good girl, need a halo
She still do what I say when I say so
Penny lane foreign call us NATO
All the cash out like I'm bout to re-fi
And you could try to slide but she'll never reply
She keep me on the ground like I'm on the no-fly
Penny Lane the only one I want till I die
Prom queen, almost famous
Penny Lane, she's my A-list
Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah
Strike out when I make it
Know I'll fall but I'd like to fly-y-y-y
Path is cold and my feet are ice
And your face melts into my eyes
Look within, baby, see the sky
Know I'll fall but I'd like to fly-y-y-y
Path is cold and my feet are ice (Is the lack of love my liberty?)
Or is it what I want the most?
Prom queen, almost famous
Penny Lane, she's my A-list
Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah
Strike out when I make it
Prom queen, almost famous
Penny Lane, she's my A-list
Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah
Strike out when I make it
She can fill my life up with her coffee
Black beans, green trees, and she bossy, yeah
GPS on but I'm lost, see, yeah
UPS truck for the posse
Yeah, light inside the tunnel and she found me
Yeah, gas station fuck, get me rowdy
Yeah, tear me all to pieces, baby, hound me
Yeah, put me back together, you can crown me
They don't know the half like a payphone
She a good girl, need a halo
She still do what I say when I say so
Penny lane foreign call us NATO
All the cash out like I'm bout to re-fi
And you could try to slide but she'll never reply
She keep me on the ground like I'm on the no-fly
Penny Lane the only one I want till I die
Prom queen, almost famous
Penny Lane, she's my A-list
Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah
Strike out when I make it
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Writer(s): Kabir Parekh
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