she knows- j. cole (sped up/nightcore) ･₊˚

she knows by j. cole sped up/nightcore x Lyrics : 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 things, I 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, all right)Run run away, run run away (Oh, I), run away (Oh, I-I-I)Show ’em that your color is black (Well, all right) 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 b*tches want from a n*gga?On some DMX sh*t, huhI know them other n*ggas love trickingOn some BMX sh*t, but not meNow I’m sure you done heard about meA black star, Mos Def, KweliGood so them bad h*es try me, they try meThis is Martin Luther King in the club, getting dubsWith a bad b*tch in his ear, sayin’ that she down for whateverIn the back of his mind is Coretta 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 knows Well, all right, oh, I, oh, I-I-II can’t be what you want from me, well, all rightOh, I, oh, I-I-II can’t be what you want from me, well, all right Damned if I do, sh*t, damned if I don’tI’m passing up on bad h*esTrying to be the man that she want, what she want?What she—What she want from a n*gga?To put a ring on itGot a b*tch on my d*ck right nowAnd she just want to sing on itGot me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pieI be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pieDancehall vibes with my pants on fire‘Cause I told her I was sleep‘Cause I creep with this pretty young thing that I choseShe could be doing the same thing, I suppose 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 knows Well, all right, oh, I, oh, I-I-II can’t be what you want from me, well, all rightOh, I, oh, I-I-II can’t be what you want from me, well, all right N*ggas say, “Turn up,” h*es say, “Turn up”Only bad thing ’bout a star is they burn upN*ggas say, “Turn up,” h*es 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 high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uhI be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pieGot me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uhI be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie Well, all right, oh, I, oh, I-I-II can’t be what you want from me, well, all rightOh, I, oh, I-I-II can’t be what you want from me, well, all right Run away, run away— BackRun away, run away— BackRun away, run away— BackRun away, run away— Back