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 light down, let me in the room.
I'm talking bout champagne dark room go...

These blood and?
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 x2
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga that good game, homie, sorry
They conversation ruling nation I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs
'Less I write it down for real

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

[Hook]
With poetic justice (x2)
If I told you that a flower bloom
In a dark room would you trust it
I mean I write poems and then songs
Dedicated to you and
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Poetic Justice Lyrics

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Kendrick Lamar – Poetic Justice Lyrics

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