Stranger
BoyWithUke
Written by BoyWithUke
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Intro: Baby, oh, my little baby I'm no stranger, no-no strangeDm 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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—
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