Every second, minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, up high Tell 'em dim the down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout room, perfume Go, go!
I your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't never gotta say (woo!) And I your taste is A little bit (mmm) maintenance (ooh) Everybody else You life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, justice If I told you that a bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these dedicated to you When you're in the for empathy, theres blood in my pen yet where your friends and them? I wanna know you all I really wanna you off Fuck that, up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you this name You up your girlfriends and Y'all curled in that bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she go and party Nigga don't approach her with Atari Nigga ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, rule a nation, I can But I could never my wrongs 'less I write it for real, P.S
x2] 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 you want justice, put it in a song
I hope you play this ol' girl you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all one off vacations You've taken a lot for me to take in It make sense Young East Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man I was trying to put you on game, put you on a Take you and your to the motherland I could do it, one day When you out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's all here in the city And you don't run from where we from That sound like poetic justice, poetic You were so new to life but God damn you got adjusted I mean I write poems in songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in sundress (ooh!) God, what you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I wish we would fight less And we would talk And they say communication save relations, I can But I can never right my wrongs unless I write down for real P.S
Every time I these words they become a taboo Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was I'm talking justice, poetic justice If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear Love is not just a verb, you looking in the mirror Love is not just a verb, it's you for a maybe Call me crazy, We can both be A fatal attraction is And what we have common is I mean you need to hear is not just a verb and I can see power steering Sex drive you swerve, I want that interference coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm That's heartbeat It caught me or it called me, mmhmm Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in lines Sincerely, truly And right you go blind P.S