Stranger

歌詞

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 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 Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da She says she hopes I'm doing well That I'm incredible to see, can't lie My 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 40 hour week, and a shitshow pay Lay off on the weekends Swam so far but everybody tweaking 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 slipping in and out of In and out of thought Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Confident in my life Eyes glued to my body. Said she's sorry for the fall out I've been on xans and testing molly Maybe this time I might fade Falling to 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 7 figure package I'm not finished packing I used to think I didn't want to chase the bag But a sell out with no soul is akin 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 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 Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da Thought, thought, thought, thought Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da