tonalidad: Fm (forma de los acordes en la tonalidad de Dm )
Afinación:
E A D G B E
Capo en el 3ª traste
[Intro]
Baby, oh, my little baby
I'm no stranger, no-no strange—
[Primeira Parte]
Dm Am7
She was a stranger, a mysterious soul
Gm7
I couldn't read her
Bb7 A7
She got the eyes of a ghost
Dm Am7
Too far to walk back to my hotel down in Brooklyn
Gm7 Bb7
Hoping that nobody's looking for me
A7 Dm Am7
She says she got a boyfriend, but she wants to get a drink
Gm7 Bb7 A7
It's not the weekend and she got a class for Ivy League
Dm Am7 Gm7 Bb7 A7
She's just a stranger, but it seems as if she doesn't want to be
[Refrão]
Dm Am7
Ooh, tell me what you want
Gm7
The barista has no patience
Bb7 A7
And my parka's in the car
Dm Am7
Ooh, tell me what you're on
Gm7
I can tell you're somewherе else
Bb7
You're slipping in and out of
A7
In and out of
[Pós-Refrão]
Dm
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Am7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Gm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Bb7 A7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Dm
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Am7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Gm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Bb7 A7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
[Segunda Parte]
Dm Am7
Shе says she hopes I'm doing well
Gm7 Bb7
That I'm incredible to see, can't lie
A7
My heart skipped a beat
Dm Am7
When I saw her through a shrouded veil
Gm7 Bb7 A7
But she like a wolf in sheep's wool, she tryna play it cool
Dm Am7
As if we go way back as friends, she tryna make some sort of sense
Gm7 Bb7 A7
Why the hell we in this parking lot talking 'bout things we never did
Dm
Throwback to my busboy days
Am7
Back when I had a 40 hour week, and a shitshow pay
Gm7
Lay off on the weekends
Bb7
Swam so far but everybody tweaking
A7
I just wanna sleep all day
[Refrão]
Dm Am7
Ooh, tell me what you want
Gm7
The barista has no patience
Bb7 A7
And my parka's in the car
Dm Am7
Ooh, tell me what you're on
Gm7
I can tell you're somewherе else
Bb7
You're slipping in and out of
A7
In and out of
[Pós-Refrão]
Dm
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Am7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Gm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Bb7 A7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Dm
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Am7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Gm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Bb7 A7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
[Ponte]
Dm C
Confident in my life
Am7
Eyes glued to my body
Gm7
Said she's sorry for the fall out
Bb7 A7
I've been on xans and testing molly
Dm C
Maybe this time I might fade
Am7
Falling to former ways
Gm7 Bb7 A7
Somebody, tell somebody I'm not capable of change
[Terceira Parte]
Dm C Am7
She from Manhattan but I smell the cat from down in staten
Gm7 Bb7
She want the 7 figure package
A7
I'm not finished packing
Dm7 Am7
I used to think I didn't want to chase the bag
Gm7 Bb7 A7
But a sell out with no soul is akin to what I had
Dm7 C
Fucking this bitch, met on the internet
Am7
She sucking dick, no one I ever met
Gm7
My money big, my attitude feminine
Bb7 A7
Call me a bitch 'cause I smell like cinnamon
Dm7 C
But I've been working harder in silence
Am7
Half of these people never seen violence
Gm7 Bb7
Half of the shit that I say is timeless, and rhymeless
A7
And I've been out of-
Dm
Fuck
[Refrão]
Dm Am7
Ooh, tell me what you want
Gm7
The barista has no patience
Bb7 A7
And my parka's in the car
Dm Am7
Ooh, tell me what you're on
Gm7
I can tell you're somewherе else
Bb7
You're slipping in and out of
A7
In and out of
[Pós-Refrão]
Dm
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Am7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Gm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Bb7 A7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Dm
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Am7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
Gm7
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Bb7 A7
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
[Final]
Baby, oh, my little baby
I'm no stranger, no-no strange—