[Intro]Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get itSay if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up highTell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the moodI'm talking 'bout dark room, perfumeGo, go! [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]I recognize your fragrance (hol' up! )You ain't never gotta say shit (woo! )And I know your taste isA little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)Everybody else basicYou live life on an everyday basisWith poetic justice, poetic justiceIf I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to youWhen you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my penBetter yet where your friends and them?I really wanna know you allI really wanna show you offFuck that, pour up plenty of champagneCold nights when you curse this nameYou called up your girlfriends andY'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard thatShe wanna go and party, she wanna go and partyNigga don't approach her with that AtariNigga that ain't good game, homie, sorryThey say conversation, rule a nation, I can tellBut I could never right my wrongs'Less I write it down for real, P.S[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]You can get it, you can get itYou can get it, you can get itAnd I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you wantPoetic justice, put it in a song[Verse 2: Drake]I really hope you play thisCause ol' girl you test my patienceWith all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacationsYou've been takenClearly a lot for me to take inIt don't make senseYoung East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other manI was trying to put you on game, put you on a planeTake you and your mama to the motherlandI could do it, maybe one dayWhen you figure out you're gonna need someoneWhen you figure out it's all right here in the cityAnd you don't run from where we come fromThat sound like poetic justice, Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
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