She Knows (feat. Amber Coffman & Cults)

She knows, she knows, ayy

Bad things happen to the people you love

And you find yourself praying up to heaven above

But honestly I've never had much sympathy

'Cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me

I'm gonna run, run away (oh, I), run, run away, run away (oh, I-I-I)

Run away and never come back

Run, run away, run, run away (oh, I), run away (oh, I-I-I)

Show 'em that your color is black (well, alright)

Damned if I do

Damned if I don't

You know I got a girl back home

You got a man, what you want? What you want?

What these bitches want from a nigga?

On some DMX shit, huh

I know them other niggas love tricking

On some BMX shit

But not me

Now I'm sure you done heard about me

A black star, Mos Def, Kweli

Good so them bad hoes try me, they try me

This is Martin Luther King in the club

Getting dubs

With a bad bitch in his ear, saying that she down for whatever

In the back of his mind is Coretta

And she knows, she knows

And I know she knows, and I know she knows

And deep down she knows, she knows

And I know she knows, and I know she knows

Well, alright

Oh, I, oh, I-I-I

I can't be what you want from me

Well, alright

Oh, I, oh, I-I-I

I can't be what you want from me

Well, alright

Damned if I do

Damned if I don't

I'm passing up on bad hoes

Trying to be the man that she want, what she want

What she, what she want from a nigga?

To put a ring on it

Got a bitch on my dick right now

And she just wanna sing on it

Got me up so high

Tryna get a piece of that apple pie

I be up so high

Tryna get a piece of that apple pie

Dancehall vibes with my pants on fire

'Cause I told her I was sleeping

'Cause I creep with this pretty young thing that I chose

That she could be doing the same thing, I suppose

And she knows, she knows

And I know she knows, and I know she knows

And deep down she knows, she knows

And I know she knows, and I know she knows

Well, alright

Oh, I, oh, I-I-I

I can't be what you want from me

Well, alright

Oh, I, oh, I-I-I

I can't be what you want from me

Well, alright

Niggas say, "Turn up", hoes say, "Turn up"

Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up

Niggas say, "Turn up", hoes say, "Turn up"

Only bad thing about a star is they burn up

Rest in peace to Aaliyah

Rest in peace to Left Eye (Left Eye)

Michael Jackson, I'll see ya

Just as soon as I die (I die)

Got me up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie

I be up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie

Got me up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie

I be up so high, tryna get a piece of that apple pie

Well, alright

Oh, I, oh, I-I-I

I can't be what you want from me

Well, alright

Oh, I, oh, I-I-I

I can't be what you want from me

Well, alright

Run away, run away

Run away, run away

Run away, run away

Run away, run away