She Knows - J. Cole, Amber Coffman, Cults

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, run run away, run away

Run away and never come back

Run run away, run run away, run away show ‘em that your color is black

She knows, she knows

Oh I, oh I-I-I

Alright

Oh I, oh I-I-I

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

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 sayin' that she down for whatever

In the back of his mind is Coretta

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 want from a nigga

To put a ring on it

Got a bitch on my dick right now

And she just want to sing on it

Got me up so high

Trying to get a piece of that apple pie

I be up so high

Trying to 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

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 about 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

Michael Jackson, I’ll see ya

Just as soon as I die

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

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

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

I be up so high, trying to 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