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boywithuke – stranger/patience * كلمات اغاني

[intro]
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 n0body’s looking for me

[verse 1]
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

[chorus]
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’rе slipping in and out of
in and out of thought

[post_chorus]
thought, thought, thought, thought
thought, thought, ta da_da_da_dah
you’re slipping in and out of, in and out of thought
thought, thought, thought, thought
thought, thought, ta da_da_da_dah
you’re slipping in and out of, in and out of thought
[verse 2]
she says shе 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 h_ll? 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 sh_tshow pay
laid back on the weekends
swam so far but everybody tweaking
i just wanna sleep all day (yeah)

[chorus]
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

[verse 3]
she’s from manhattan
but i smell the cat from down in staten
she want the seven figure package
i’m not finished packing!
i used to think i didn’t wanna chase the bag
but a sell out with no soul is akin to what i had
f_cking this b_tch, i met on the internet
she sucking d_ck like no one i ever met
my money big, my attitude feminine
call me a b_tch cause i smell like cinnamon
but i’ve been working harder in silence
half of these people never seen violence
half of the sh_t that i say is timeless, so rhymeless
…. f_ck
[chorus]
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

- boywithuke

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