Every second, every minute, man I 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 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go!
I recognize your (hol' up!) You never gotta say shit (woo!) And I know your is A bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) Everybody else You live life on an everyday poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you it? I mean I poems 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 know you all I really show you off that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse name You called up your and curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She go and party, she wanna go and party don't approach her with that Atari Nigga ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, rule a nation, I can But I never 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 really hope you this 'Cause ol' girl you my patience With all these seductive photographs and all one off vacations been taken a lot for me to take in It don't sense 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 mama to the I do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need When you figure out it's all right here in the And you don't run from we come from That sound like justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life but God you got adjusted I I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that (ooh!) Good God, what you doing walk for? When I see that thing move, I just we would fight less And we would more And they say save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write down for real P.S
Every time I write these they become a taboo Making sure my curve, every letter is true Living my life in the and that metaphor was proof I'm poetic justice, poetic justice If I you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear Love is not just a verb, it's you in the mirror is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe Call me crazy, We can be insane A fatal attraction is And what we common is pain I mean you need to this Love is not just a and I can see power steering Sex drive when you swerve, I want that It's coherent, I can it, mmhmm That's your It either caught me or it called me, Breathe slow and you'll find mines in these lines Sincerely, yours And before you go blind P.S