[Intro] Baby, oh, my little baby I'm no stranger, no-no strange— [Primeira Parte]Dm Am7 She was a stranger, a mysterious soulGm7 I couldn't read herBb7 A7 She got the eyes of a ghostDm Am7 Too far to walk back to my hotel down in BrooklynGm7 Bb7 Hoping that nobody's looking for meA7 Dm Am7 She says she got a boyfriend, but she wants to get a drinkGm7 Bb7 A7 It's not the weekend and she got a class for Ivy LeagueDm 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 wantGm7 The barista has no patienceBb7 A7 And my parka's in the carDm Am7 Ooh, tell me what you're onGm7 I can tell you're somewherе elseBb7 You're slipping in and out ofA7 In and out of [Pós-Refrão]Dm Thought, thought, thought, thoughtAm7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daGm7 Thought, thought, thought, thoughtBb7 A7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daDm Thought, thought, thought, thoughtAm7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daGm7 Thought, thought, thought, thoughtBb7 A7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da [Segunda Parte]Dm Am7 Shе says she hopes I'm doing wellGm7 Bb7 That I'm incredible to see, can't lieA7 My heart skipped a beatDm Am7 When I saw her through a shrouded veilGm7 Bb7 A7 But she like a wolf in sheep's wool, she tryna play it coolDm Am7 As if we go way back as friends, she tryna make some sort of senseGm7 Bb7 A7 Why the hell we in this parking lot talking 'bout things we never didDm Throwback to my busboy daysAm7 Back when I had a 40 hour week, and a shitshow payGm7 Lay off on the weekendsBb7 Swam so far but everybody tweakingA7 I just wanna sleep all day [Refrão]Dm Am7 Ooh, tell me what you wantGm7 The barista has no patienceBb7 A7 And my parka's in the carDm Am7 Ooh, tell me what you're onGm7 I can tell you're somewherе elseBb7 You're slipping in and out ofA7 In and out of [Pós-Refrão]Dm Thought, thought, thought, thoughtAm7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daGm7 Thought, thought, thought, thoughtBb7 A7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daDm Thought, thought, thought, thoughtAm7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daGm7 Thought, thought, thought, thoughtBb7 A7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da [Ponte]Dm C Confident in my lifeAm7 Eyes glued to my bodyGm7 Said she's sorry for the fall outBb7 A7 I've been on xans and testing mollyDm C Maybe this time I might fadeAm7 Falling to former waysGm7 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 statenGm7 Bb7 She want the 7 figure packageA7 I'm not finished packingDm7 Am7 I used to think I didn't want to chase the bagGm7 Bb7 A7 But a sell out with no soul is akin to what I hadDm7 C Fucking this bitch, met on the internetAm7 She sucking dick, no one I ever metGm7 My money big, my attitude feminineBb7 A7 Call me a bitch 'cause I smell like cinnamonDm7 C But I've been working harder in silenceAm7 Half of these people never seen violenceGm7 Bb7 Half of the shit that I say is timeless, and rhymelessA7 And I've been out of-Dm Fuck [Refrão]Dm Am7 Ooh, tell me what you wantGm7 The barista has no patienceBb7 A7 And my parka's in the carDm Am7 Ooh, tell me what you're onGm7 I can tell you're somewherе elseBb7 You're slipping in and out ofA7 In and out of [Pós-Refrão]Dm Thought, thought, thought, thoughtAm7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daGm7 Thought, thought, thought, thoughtBb7 A7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daDm Thought, thought, thought, thoughtAm7 Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-daGm7 Thought, thought, thought, thoughtBb7 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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