Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
Bm
A
Bm
Baby, oh, my little
D
A
D
A
F#m
baby
I'm no stranger,
A
F#m
C#m
no- no strange-
Verse 2
C#m
F#m
G#m
She was a stranger, a mysterious soul
F#m
I couldn't read her,
A
she got the eyes of a ghost
G#
C#m
F#m
G#m
Too far to walk back to my hotel
F#m
down in Brooklyn
A
Hopin' that nobody's lookin' for me
C#m
G#
C#m
She said she got a boyfriend,
G#m
but she wants to get a drink
F#m
It's not the weekend,
A
G#m
and she got a class for Ivy League
C#m
She's just a stranger,
G#m
F#m
but it seems as if she doesn't want to be
A
G#m
Verse 3
C#m
G#m
Ooh, tell me what you want
F#m
The barista has no patience and
A
G#m
C#m
my parka's in the car
G#m
Ooh, tell me what you're on
F#m
I can tell you're somewhere else
A
You're slippin' in and out of,
G#
in and out of thought
Verse 4
C#m
Thought, thought, thought
G#m
Thought, thought,
F#m
da- da- da- da- da
A
Thought, thought, thought, thought
G#m
Thought, thought,
C#m
da- da- da- da- da
G#m
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
F#m
Da, da- da- da- thought,
A
da- da thought, da- da- da
G#m
C#m
Da- da- da- da
Verse 5
G#m
She said she hopes I'm doin' well
F#m
That I'm incredible to see, can't lie
A
G#m
C#m
Heart skipped a beat when I saw her
G#m
through a shrouded veil
F#m
But she like a wolf in
sheep's wool
A
G#
She tryna play it cool so if we
C#m
Go way back as friends,
G#m
she tryna make some sort of sense
Verse 6
F#m
Why the hell we in this parking lot talkin'
A
G#
'bout these things we never did?
C#m
Go back to my busboy days
F#m
Back when I had a 40- hour
G#m
week and a shit- show pay
F#m
Lay it off on the weekends,
swam so far
A
While everybody tweakin',
C#m
I just wanna sleep all- day
Verse 7
G#m
Ooh, tell me what you want
F#m
The barista has no patience and
A
G#m
C#m
my parka's in the car
G#m
Ooh, tell me what you're on
F#m
I can tell you're somewhere
else
A
You're slippin' in and out of,
C#m
in and out of thought
Verse 8
G#m
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought,
F#m
da- da- da- da- da
A
Thought, thought, thought, thought
G#m
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
C#m
Thought, thought, thought, thought
G#m
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
F#m
Da, da- da- da- thought,
A
da- da thought, da- da- da
C#m
Da- da- da- da
B
Confident in my life,
Verse 9
A
eyes glued to my body
F#m
Said she's sorry for the fallout,
A
C#m
been on Xans and disembodied
G#
C#m
B
Maybe this time I might fade,
A
fall into former ways
F#m
Somebody,
A
tell somebody I'm not capable of change
Verse 10
C#m
B
She from Manhattan,
A
but I smell the cat from down in Staten
F#m
A
She want the seven- figure package,
G#m
I'm not finished packin'
C#m
B
I used to think I didn't
A
wanna chase the bag
F#m
But a sellout with no soul is
A
C#m
akin to what I had
G#m
Fuckin' this
Verse 11
C#m
bitch,
B
met on the internet
A
She suckin' dick like no- one
I ever met
F#m
My money big, my attitude feminine
A
Call me a bitch 'cause I smoke
G#m
cin namon
C#m
But I've been workin'
B
harder in si lence
A
Half of these people never seen violence
C#m
F#m
Half of the shit that I say is timeless
A
And rhymeless,
Verse 12
and I've been out of- , fuck
C#m
G#m
F#m
Ooh, tell me what you want
A
The barista has no patience and my
G#m
C#m
parka's in the car
G#m
Ooh, tell me what you're on
F#m
I can tell you're somewhere
else
A
You're slippin' in and out of,
C#m
in and out of thought
Verse 13
G#m
Thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought,
F#m
da- da- da- da- da
A
Thought, thought, thought, thought
G#m
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
C#m
Thought, thought, thought, thought
G#m
F#m
Thought, thought, da- da- da- da- da
Da, da- da- da- thought,
A
da- da thought, da- da- da
Outro 1
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