Kendrick Lamar, Drake - Poetic Justice lyrics

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 talkin' 'bout dark room, perfume go, go

I recognize your fragrance, hol' up, you
Ain't never gotta say shit, uh
And I know your taste is a
Little bit, mmm, high maintenance, uh
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


There's blood in my pen better yet
Where your friends and 'em? 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, pS

Anytime 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, alright
Anytime 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, alright

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've been takin', clearly a lot
For me to take in, it don't make sense
Young East African girl
You too busy fuckin' witcha other man
I was tryna put you on game, put you on a
Plane, take you and your
Momma 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 alright
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 goddamn
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 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, pS

Anytime 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, alright
Anytime 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, alright

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, mhmm
That's your heartbeat, it either caught
Me or it called me, mhmm
Read slow and you'll find gold
Mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly, and right
Before you go blind, pS

Anytime 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'm gon' ask you one more time, homie
Where is you from? Or it is a problem"
"Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ask him if he heard from Sherane
Ayy, you out here for Sherane, homie?""
"I don't care who this nigga over here for
If he don't tell me where he from
It's a wrap! I'm sorry"
"Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we
Gon' do it like this, okay?
I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?
You gon' tell me where you from, okay?
Or, or, or where your grandma stay
Where your mama stay, or
Where your daddy stay, okay?"
"Fuck all this talkin'"
"Matter of fact, get out the van
Homie! Get out the car 'fore I snatch
You out that motherfucker, homie!"