Stranger
Baby, oh, my little baby
I'm no stranger, no-no strange-
She was a stranger, a mysterious soul
I couldn't read her, she got the eyes of a ghost
Too far to walk back to my hotel down in Brooklyn
Hopin' that nobody's lookin' for me
She said she got a boyfriend, but she wants to get a drink
It's not the weekend, and she got a class for Ivy League
She's just a stranger, but it seems as if she doesn't want to be
Ooh, tell me what you want
The barista has no patience and my parka's in the car
Ooh, tell me what you're on
I can tell you're somewhere else
You're slippin' in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-thought, da-da thought, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
She said she hopes I'm doin' well
That I'm incredible to see, can't lie
Heart skipped a beat when I saw her through a shrouded veil
But she like a wolf in sheep's wool
She tryna play it cool so if we
Go way back as friends, she tryna make some sort of sense
Why the hell we in this parking lot talkin' 'bout these things we never did?
Go back to my busboy days
Back when I had a 40-hour week and a shit-show pay
Lay it off on the weekends, swam so far
While everybody tweakin', I just wanna sleep all-day
Ooh, tell me what you want
The barista has no patience and my parka's in the car
Ooh, tell me what you're on
I can tell you're somewhere else
You're slippin' in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-thought, da-da thought, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Confident in my life, eyes glued to my body
Said she's sorry for the fallout, been on Xans and disembodied
Maybe this time I might fade, fall into former ways
Somebody, tell somebody I'm not capable of change
She from Manhattan, but I smell the cat from down in Staten
She want the seven-figure package, I'm not finished packin'
I used to think I didn't wanna chase the bag
But a sellout with no soul is akin to what I had
Fuckin' this bitch, met on the internet
She suckin' dick like no-one I ever met
My money big, my attitude feminine
Call me a bitch 'cause I smoke cinnamon
But I've been workin' harder in silence
Half of these people never seen violence
Half of the shit that I say is timeless
And rhymeless, and I've been out of-, fuck
Ooh, tell me what you want
The barista has no patience and my parka's in the car
Ooh, tell me what you're on
I can tell you're somewhere else
You're slippin' in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-thought, da-da thought, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
I'm no stranger, no-no strange-
She was a stranger, a mysterious soul
I couldn't read her, she got the eyes of a ghost
Too far to walk back to my hotel down in Brooklyn
Hopin' that nobody's lookin' for me
She said she got a boyfriend, but she wants to get a drink
It's not the weekend, and she got a class for Ivy League
She's just a stranger, but it seems as if she doesn't want to be
Ooh, tell me what you want
The barista has no patience and my parka's in the car
Ooh, tell me what you're on
I can tell you're somewhere else
You're slippin' in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-thought, da-da thought, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
She said she hopes I'm doin' well
That I'm incredible to see, can't lie
Heart skipped a beat when I saw her through a shrouded veil
But she like a wolf in sheep's wool
She tryna play it cool so if we
Go way back as friends, she tryna make some sort of sense
Why the hell we in this parking lot talkin' 'bout these things we never did?
Go back to my busboy days
Back when I had a 40-hour week and a shit-show pay
Lay it off on the weekends, swam so far
While everybody tweakin', I just wanna sleep all-day
Ooh, tell me what you want
The barista has no patience and my parka's in the car
Ooh, tell me what you're on
I can tell you're somewhere else
You're slippin' in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-thought, da-da thought, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Confident in my life, eyes glued to my body
Said she's sorry for the fallout, been on Xans and disembodied
Maybe this time I might fade, fall into former ways
Somebody, tell somebody I'm not capable of change
She from Manhattan, but I smell the cat from down in Staten
She want the seven-figure package, I'm not finished packin'
I used to think I didn't wanna chase the bag
But a sellout with no soul is akin to what I had
Fuckin' this bitch, met on the internet
She suckin' dick like no-one I ever met
My money big, my attitude feminine
Call me a bitch 'cause I smoke cinnamon
But I've been workin' harder in silence
Half of these people never seen violence
Half of the shit that I say is timeless
And rhymeless, and I've been out of-, fuck
Ooh, tell me what you want
The barista has no patience and my parka's in the car
Ooh, tell me what you're on
I can tell you're somewhere else
You're slippin' in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da-da-da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-thought, da-da thought, da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
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Writer(s): Charley Yang
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