Stranger

Lyrics

[Intro] Baby, oh, my little baby I'm no stranger, no-no strange— [Verse 1] 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 Hoping that nobody's looking for me She says 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 [Chorus] 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 somewherе else You're slipping in and out of In and out of thought [Post-Chorus] Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da [Verse 2] Shе says she hopes I'm doing 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 As if we go way back as friends, she tryna make some sort of sense Why the hell we in this parking lot talking 'bout things we never did? Throwback to my busboy days Back when I had a forty-hour week and a shitshow pay Laid off on the weekend Swam so far, but everybody tweaking I just wanna sleep all day [Chorus] 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 slipping in and out of In and out of thought [Post-Chorus] Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da [Bridge] Complimenting my life Eyes glued to my body Says she's sorry for the fallout Been on Xans and testing molly Maybe this time, I might fade Fall into former ways Somebody tell somebody I'm not capable of change [Verse 3] She from Manhattan but I smell the cap from down in Staten She want the seven-figure package, I'm not finished packing I used to think I didn't want to chase the bag But a sellout with no soul is a king to what I had Fucking this bitch, met on the internet She sucking dick, no one I ever met My money big, my attitude feminine Call me a bitch 'cause I smell like cinnamon But I've been working 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 [Chorus] Ooh, tell me what you want (Man, tell me what you want) The barista has no patience And my parka's in the car (My parka's in the car) Ooh, tell me what you're on (Tell me what you're on) I can tell you're somewhere else You're slipping in and out of In and out of thought [Post-Chorus] Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da (Tell me what you want) Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, da-da-da-da [Outro] Baby, oh, my little baby I'm no stranger, no-no strange—