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 nobody´s looking for me
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

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

Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
You´re slipping in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought, thought

Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
You´re slipping in and out of, in and out of thought

She says she 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 hell? 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 shitshow pay
Laid back on the weekends

Swam so far but everybody tweaking
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 slipping in and out of
In and out of thought

Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
You´re slipping in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
You´re slipping in and out of, in and out of thought

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
Fucking this bitch, I met on the internet
She sucking dick like no one I ever met
My money big, my attitude feminine
Call me a bitch ´cause I smell like cinnamon
But I´ve been working harder in silence
Half of these people never seen violence
Half of the shit that I say is timeless, so rhymeless
... 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 slipping in and out of
In and out of thought

Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
You´re slipping in and out of, in and out of thought
Thought, thought, thought, thought
Thought, thought, ta, da-da-da-da
You´re slipping in and out of, in and out of thought