Stranger

BoyWithUke

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    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
    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
    (I'm no stranger)

    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, da-da-da-da
    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, thought, thought
    Thought, thought, thought, da-da-da-da

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    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
    What 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
    Laid back 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, da-da-da-da
    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, thought, thought
    Thought, thought, thought, da-da-da-da

    Confident in my life
    Eyes glued to my body
    Says she’s sorry for the fall off
    I’ve been on xans and testing molly
    Maybe this time I might fate
    Falling back to former ways
    Somebody, tell somebody I'm not capable of change

    She from Manhattan but I smell the cap from down in street
    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, I met on the internet
    She sucking my dick like 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, so 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, da-da-da-da
    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, thought, thought
    Thought, thought, thot, da-da-da-da

    Song details

    Composition: Charley Yang and BoyWithUke

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