Poetic Justice

Album: Good Kid, M.A.A.D City (2012)
Charted: 26
  • 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 I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
    When you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
    Better yet where 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 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

    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 God damn 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 doing that walk for?
    When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
    And we would talk more
    And they say communication save relations, I can tell
    But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them 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

    Every time I write these words they become a taboo
    Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is true
    Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
    I'm talking 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 looking in the mirror
    Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a 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 steering
    Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
    It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
    That's your heartbeat
    It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
    Breathe 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 Writer/s: Aubrey Graham, Terry Lewis, James Harris Iii, Janet Jackson, Elijah Blue Molina, Kendrick Duckworth
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, JANET JACKSON DBA BLACK ICE
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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