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 talkin' 'bout dark room, perfume, go, go

I recognize your fragrance

Hold up, you ain't never gotta say shit

Uh, and I know your taste is

A little bit, mmm, high maintenance

Uh, 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, I write poems in these songs

Dedicated to you when

You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen

Better yet, where your friends and 'em?

I really wanna know you all

I really wanna show you off

Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne

Cold nights when you cursed his 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

****, don't approach her with that Atari

****, that ain't good game, homie, sorry

They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell

But I could never right my wrongs

'Less I write it down for real, P.S.

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, alright

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, alright

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 takin'

Clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense

Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin' with your other man

I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane

Take you and your momma 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 alright 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 goddamn, 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 doin' that walk for?

When I see that thing move

I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more

They say communication save relations, I can tell

But I can never right my wrongs

Unless I write 'em down for real, P.S.

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, alright

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, alright

Every time I write these words they become a taboo

Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true

Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof

I'm talkin' 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 lookin' in the mirror

Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' for it, 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 steerin'

Sex drive when you swerve

I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, uh-huh

That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, uh-huh

Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines

Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, P.S.

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

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, ask him if he heard from Sherane

Aye, you over here for Sherane, homie?

Yo, I don't care who this **** over here for

If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay?

I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?

You gon' tell me where you from, okay?

Or, or, or where yo' grandma stay, where yo' mama stay, or where yo' daddy stay, okay?

Enough of all this talkin'

As a matter of fact, get out the van, homie!

Get out the car 'fore I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!