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
Hopin' that nobody's lookin' for me
She said 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 slippin' in and out of,
in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought,
da- da- da- da- da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought,
da- da- da- da- da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
Da, da- da- da- thought,
da- da thought, da- da- da
Da- da- da- da
She said she hopes I'm doin' 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 so if we
Go way back as friends,
she tryna make some sort of sense
Why the hell we in this parking lot talkin'
'bout these things we never did?
Go back to my busboy days
Back when I had a 40- hour
week and a shit- show pay
Lay it off on the weekends,
swam so far
While everybody tweakin',
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 slippin' in and out of,
in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought,
da- da- da- da- da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
Da, da- da- da- thought,
da- da thought, da- da- da
Da- da- da- da
Confident in my life,
bitch,
met on the internet
She suckin' dick like no- one
I ever met
My money big, my attitude feminine
Call me a bitch 'cause I smoke
cin namon
But I've been workin'
harder in si lence
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 slippin' in and out of,
in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought,
da- da- da- da- da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
Da, da- da- da- thought,
da- da thought, da- da- da
Boywithuke 
