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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeShe Knows (Feat. Amber Coffman)
She knowsShe knows, ayyBad things happen to the people you loveAnd you find yourself praying up to Heaven aboveBut honestly, I've never had much sympathy'Cause those bad thingsI always saw them coming for meI'm gonna run, run away (Oh, I)Run, run away, run away (Oh, I, I, I)Run away and never come back (Well, alright)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'tYou know I got a girl back homeYou got a man, what you want? What you want?What these bitches want from a nigga?On some DMX shit, huhI know them other niggas love trickingOn some BMX shit, but not meNow I'm sure you done heard about meA black star, Mos Def, KweliGood, so them bad hoes try me, they try me, huhThis is Martin Luther King in the club, getting dubs, huhWith a bad bitch in his earSayin' that she down for whateverIn the back of his mind is CorettaAnd she knows, she knowsAnd I know she knows, and I know she knowsAnd deep down, she knows, she knowsAnd I know she knows, and I know she knowsWell, alright, oh, I, oh, I, I, II can't be what you want from me, well, alrightI can't be what you want from me, well, alrightDamned if I do (Shit), damned if I don't (Uh)I'm passing up on bad hoesTrying to be the man that she want, what she want?What, what she want from a nigga?To put a ring on it, uhGot a bitch on my dick right nowAnd she just want to sing on it, uhGot me up so highTryin' get a piece of that apple pie, uhI be up so highTryin' get a piece of that apple pieDancehall vibe with my pants on fire'Cause I told her I was sleep'Cause I creep with this pretty young thing that I cho''Cause she could be doing the same thing, I suppo'And she knows, she knowsAnd I know she knows, and I know she knowsAnd deep down, she knows, she knowsAnd I know she knows, and I know she knowsWell, alright, oh, I, oh, I, I, II can't be what you want from me, well, alrightI can't be what you want from me, well, alrightNiggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up"Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn upNiggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up"Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn upRest in peace to AaliyahRest in peace to Left Eye (Left Eye)Michael Jackson, I'll see yaJust as soon as I die (I die)Got me up so highTryin' get a piece of that apple pie, uhI be up so highTryin' get a piece of that apple pieGot me up so highTryin' get a piece of that apple pie, uhI be up so highTryin' get a piece of that apple pieWell, alright, oh, I, oh, I, I, II can't be what you want from me, well, alrightI can't be what you want from me, well, alrightRun away, run away—, back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)Run away, run away—, back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)Run away, run away—, back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)Run away, run away—, back (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
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