[Intro]
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad b***t 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 talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say s**t (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 them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off f**k 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
Ni**a, don't approach her with that Atari
Ni**a, 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
[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
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
[Verse 2: Drake]
I really hope you play this
Cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been taking
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too