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Poetic Justice (feat. Drake)

Artist:Kendrick Lamar  Album:good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe)  Composer:Kendrick Duckworth, E. Molina, A. Graham, J. Harris, J. Jackson & T. Lewis 

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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, 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 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


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