Poetic Justice

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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 them dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood.

I'm talkin' 'bout dark room, perfume. Go, go.

-In the thunder and rain. -I recognize your fragrance.

Hold up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh.

And I know you taste this a little bit, mm, high maintenance, uh. Everybody else basic.

You live life on a 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. It's blood in my pen.

Better yet, with 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 your whip 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. . . .

-In-in-in-in rainy times.

-You can get it, you can get it, you can -get it, you can get it. -Tend to play the song.

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want.

Poetic -justice, put it in a song. Alright. -In-in-in-in rainy times.

You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it.

-Tend to play the song.

-And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want. Poetic justice, put it in a song. Alright.

-In-in-in the thunder and rain.

-I really hope you play this 'cause, oh, girl, you test my patience with all these seductive photographs and all these one-off vacations you 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 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 are so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted.

I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to the front 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. . . .

-In-in-in-in rainy times.

-You can get it, you can get it, you can -get it, you can get it. -Tend to play the song.

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want.

Poetic -justice, put it in a song. Alright. -In-in-in-in rainy times.

You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it.

-Tend to play the song.

-And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want. Poetic justice, put it in a song. Alright.

In-in-in the thunder and rain.

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. Mm-hmm. That's your heartbeat. It either caught me or it carved me. Mm-hmm.

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

Sincerely, Yours Truly, and right before you go blind, P. S. . . .

In-in-in-in