Kendrick LamarPoetic Justice

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 © 2018