Every second, every minute, man I that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout room, perfume Go, go!
I your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't gotta say shit (woo!) And I know taste is A little bit (mmm) high (ooh) else basic You live life on an basis With poetic justice, justice If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write in these songs dedicated to you you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen Better yet where your and them? I really wanna you all I really show you off Fuck that, up plenty of champagne nights when you curse this name You up your girlfriends and curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she go and party Nigga don't her with that Atari that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, a nation, I can tell But I could right my wrongs I write it down 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, just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a
I hope you play this 'Cause ol' girl you test my With all seductive photographs and all these one off vacations You've been a lot for me to take in It don't make East African 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 do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need When you out it's all right here in the city And you don't run where we come from That sound like justice, poetic justice You were so new to life but God damn you got adjusted I mean I poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!) Good God, what you doing walk for? When I see thing move, I just wish we would fight less And we would more And they say communication relations, I can tell But I can never my wrongs unless I write them down for real P.S
Every time I write these words they become a Making sure my curve, every letter is true Living my in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talking poetic justice, poetic If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, you trust it? I mean you to hear this is not just a verb, it's 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 common is pain I mean you to hear this Love is not a verb and I can see power steering Sex drive when you swerve, I want that It's coherent, I can hear it, your heartbeat It either me or it called me, mmhmm Breathe slow and you'll find gold in these lines Sincerely, truly And before you go blind P.S