She Knows

“SHE KNOWS”

INTRO — SPOKEN, CASUAL

Yeah…

I ain't even gonna lie.

She know exactly what she doing.

And that's what make it worse.

HOOK

She know, she know, she know
Walk in like she own the whole postcode
She know, she know, she know
Little bit of crazy with a whole lotta soul
She know, she know, she know
Ain't gotta say it, baby, everybody knows
She know, she know, she know
That's why I had to come and see what's up

VERSE 1

She walked in, didn't look around once,
Like she already knew everybody was stunned.
Hair laid, little gold shining on her wrist,
Had a “don't waste my time” sitting right on her lips.

She don't flirt hard, she just look and grin,
Make you think you got a shot, then she do it again.
That's a dangerous game when the player knows how,
She could have the whole room and still stand out.

She said, “You always this confident?”

I said, “Depends.”

She said, “Depends on what?”

I said, “How you looking at me.”

She laughed, said, “Boy, please.”

Now I'm trying not to smile,
'Cause she got that kind of personality
make a little conversation turn into a while.

She got her own lane, don't merge for nobody,
Don't need ten girls with her just to look like a body.
One deep, two deep, she can still make an entrance,
That's the difference between attention and presence.

PRE-HOOK — INSTRUMENTAL PULLS BACK

She ain't loud…

She just memorable.

Ain't chasing the room…

The room remembers her.

HOOK

She know, she know, she know
Walk in like she own the whole postcode
She know, she know, she know
Little bit of crazy with a whole lotta soul
She know, she know, she know
Ain't gotta say it, baby, everybody knows
She know, she know, she know
That's why I had to come and see what's up

VERSE 2 — CADENCE SWITCH

Now she got me somewhere I ain't plan to be,
Talking 'bout life like we been family.
She got jokes that'll catch you off guard,
Pretty face, sharp mind—that's a dangerous card.

She don't care who you know or what you drive,
She wanna know if your conversation can survive.
You can pull up shining like a brand-new star,
If your personality ain't hitting, you ain't getting far.

She told me, “I don't like men who talk too much.”

I said, “Good.

'Cause I ain't trying to sell you nothing.”

She looked at me twice.

That's when I knew.

See, I ain't gotta chase what already came closer,
I ain't gotta force it, let the moment roll over.
She got a little attitude, I got a little pride,
Put 'em both in the same room—now somebody gotta compromise.

She ain't everybody's type.

That's probably why she's mine.

Everybody want easy.

I like a little complicated.

BRIDGE — BEAT DROPS

She got that—