J. Cole Feat. Amber Coffman & Cults – She Knows Lyrics

She knows, she knows
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
Oh, I, oh, I-I-I
Well, alright
Oh, I, oh, I-I-I
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
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 southern 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 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
Trynna get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high
Trynna 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

My 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, trynna get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high, trynna get a piece of that apple pie
Got me up so high, trynna get a piece of that apple pie
I be up so high, trynna 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