Kendrick Lamar - Poetic Justice (Feat. Drake)

Every second every minute
man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch
put your hands up high
hands up high
hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down
right now put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout
dark room perfume
Go go
I recognize your fragrance hol' up
You ain't never gotta say shit woo
And I know your taste is
A little bit mmm high
maintenance ooh
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice poetic justice
If I told you that a flower
bloomed in a dark room
would you trust it
I mean write poems in these songs
dedicated to you
And you're in the mood
for empathy
theres blood in my pen
Better yet when
your friends and them
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that pour up plenty
of champagne
Cold nights
when you curse this name
You called up
your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty
range I heard that
She wanna go and party
She wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach
her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game
homie sorry
They say conversation rule
a nation I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs
'less I write it down for real PS
You can get it you can get it
You can get it you can get it
And I know just know
just know just know
just know just
What you want Poetic Justice
put it in a song
You can get it you can get it
You can get it you can get it
And I know just know just know
just know just know just
What you want
Poetic Justice put it in a song
I really hope you play this
Cause ol' girl
you test my patience
With all these seductive
photographs and all these
one off vacations
You've been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl you
too busy fucking
with your other man
I was trying to put you
on game put you on a plane
Take you and your mama
to the motherland
I could do it maybe one day
When you figure out
you're gonna need someone
When you figure out
it's all right here in the city
And you don't run from
where we come from
That sound like
Poetic Justice Poetic Justice
You were so new to this life
but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems
in these songs dedicated
to the fun sex
Your natural hair
and your soft skin
and your big ass in
that sundress ooh
Good God what you
doing that walk for
When I see that thing move
I just wish we would fight less
and we would talk more
And they say communication
saves relations I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs
unless I write them down for real
PS
You can get it you can get it
You can get it you can get it
And I know just know just know
just know just know just
What you want Poetic Justice
put it in a song
You can get it you can get it
You can get it you can get it
And I know just know just know
just know just know just
What you want Poetic Justice
put it in a song
Every time I write these words
they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve
Every letter is true
Living my life in the margin
and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic
justice poetic justice
If I told you that a flower
bloomed in a dark room
would you trust it
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb
It's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb
It's you looking poor maybe
Call me crazy
We can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have
common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and
I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve
I want that interference
It's coherent I can hear it mmhmm
That's your heartbeat
It either caught me
or it called me mmhmm
Breathe slow and
you'll find gold mines
in these lines
Sincerely yours truly
And right before you go blind
PS
You can get it you can get it
You can get it you can get it
And I know just know just know
just know just know just
What you want Poetic Justice
put it in a song
I'm gon' ask you one more time
homie where is you from
Or it is a problem
Ay you over here for
Sherane homie
Yo I don't care who this nigga
over here for if he don't tell
where he come
it's a wrap I'm sorry
Hol' up hol' up hol' up we gon' do it
like this OK I'mma
tell you where
I'm from you gon' tell me where
you from OK Or where your
Grandma stay where your mama
stay or where your daddy stay OK
Matter of fact get out
the van homie
Get out the car before
I snatch you out tha
mother fucker homie