A                       G#
Bad things happen to the people you love
        C#m                          E
And you find yourself praying up to heaven above
 A                               G#
But honestly I’ve never had much sympathy
            C#m                           G#
Cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me
          A                C#m         
I’m gonna run run away, run run away, run away
 E                      G#
Run away and never come back
A                C#m                  E                          G#  /F#/E
Run run away, run run away, run away show ‘em that your color is black

[Verse 1]
A
Damned if I do
G#
Damned if I don't
C#m
You know I got a girl back home
E
You got a man what you want, what you want
A
What these bitches want from a nigga
G#
On some DMX shit
C#m
I know them other niggas love tricking
E
On some BMX shit
A
But not me
                                G#
Now I'm sure you done heard about me
                       C#m
A black star, Mos Def, Kweli
                         E
Good so them bad hoes try me, they try me
A
This is Martin Luther King in the club
            G#
Getting dubs, with a bad bitch
          C#m
In his ear sayin' that she down for whatever
       E
In the back of his mind is Coretta

[Hook 1]
A           G#
She knows, she knows
               C#m                   E
And I know she knows, and I know she knows
              A            G#
And deep down she knows, she knows
                C#m                  E
And I know she knows, and I know she knows
            A
Well alright
   C#m   E   
Oh I, oh I-I-I
G#
I can't be what you want from me
Well alright
            A
Well alright
   C#m   E   
Oh I, oh I-I-I
G#    /F#/E
I can't be what you want from me
Well alright

[Verse 2]
A
Damned if I do
G#
Damned if I don't
C#m
I'm passing up on bad hoes
E
Trying to be the man that she want, what she want
A
What she want from a nigga
G#
To put a ring on it
C#m
Got a bitch on my dick right now
E
And she just want to sing on it
A
Got me up so high
C#m
Trying to get a piece of that apple pie
E
I be up so high
G#
Trying to get a piece of that apple pie
A
Dancehall vibes with my pants on fire
C#m
Cause I told her I was sleeping
E
Cause I creep with this pretty young thing that I chose
G#
That she could be doing the same thing I suppose

[Hook 1]
A           G#
She knows, she knows
               C#m                   E
And I know she knows, and I know she knows
              A            G#
And deep down she knows, she knows
                C#m                  E
And I know she knows, and I know she knows
            A
Well alright
   C#m   E   
Oh I, oh I-I-I
G#
I can't be what you want from me
Well alright
            A
Well alright
   C#m   E   
Oh I, oh I-I-I
G#    /F#/E
I can't be what you want from me
Well alright

[Hook 2]

A 
Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up
G#
Only bad thing about a star is they burn up
C#m
Niggas say turn up, hoes say turn up
E
Only bad thing about a star is they burn up
A
Rest in peace to Aaliyah
G#
Rest in peace to Left Eye
C#m
Michael Jackson, I'll see ya
E
Just as soon as I die

A                   C#m 
Got me up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
E                 G# /F#/E
I be up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
A                   C#m 
Got me up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie
 E                 G# /F#/E
I be up so high, trying to get a piece of that apple pie

[Outro]
            A
Well alright
   C#m   E   
Oh I, oh I-I-I
G#
I can't be what you want from me
Well alright
            A
Well alright
   C#m   E   
Oh I, oh I-I-I
G#    /F#/E
I can't be what you want from me
Well alright