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Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it |
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Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high |
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Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood |
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I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume |
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Go, go! |
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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] |
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I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!) |
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You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!) |
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And I know your taste is |
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A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) |
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Everybody else basic |
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You live life on an everyday basis |
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With poetic justice, poetic justice |
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If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? |
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I mean write poems in these songs dedicated to you |
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And you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen |
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Better yet when your friends and them |
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I really wanna know you all |
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I really wanna show you off |
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Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne |
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Cold nights when you curse this name |
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You called up your girlfriends and |
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Y'all curled in that little bitty range I heard that |
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She wanna go and party, She wanna go and party |
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Nigga don't approach her with that Atari |
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Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry |
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They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell |
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But I can never right my wrongs |
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'less I write it down for real, P.S |
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[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar] |
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You can get it, you can get it |
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You can get it, you can get it |
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And I know just know just know just know just know just |
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What you want, Poetic Justice, put it in a song |
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[Verse 2: Drake] |
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I really hope you play this |
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Cause ol' girl you test my patience |
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With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations |
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You've been taken |
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Clearly a lot for me to take in |
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It don't make sense |
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Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man |
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I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane |
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Take you and your mama to the motherland |
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I could do it, maybe one day |
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When you figure out you're gonna need someone |
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When you figure out it's all right here in the city |
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And you don't run from where we come from |
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That sound like Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice |
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You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted |
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I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex |
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Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!) |
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Good God, what you doing that walk for? |
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When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more |
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And they say communication saves relations, I can tell |
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But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real |
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P.S... |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3 : Kendrick Lamar] |
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Every time I write these words they become a taboo |
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Making sure my punctuation curve |
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Every letter is true |
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Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof |
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I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice |
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If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? |
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I mean you need to hear this |
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Love is not just a verb, It's you looking in the mirror |
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Love is not just a verb, It's you looking poor maybe |
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Call me crazy, We can both be insane |
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A fatal attraction is common |
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And what we have common is pain |
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I mean you need to hear this |
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Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering |
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Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference |
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It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm |
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That's your heartbeat |
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It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm |
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Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines |
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Sincerely, yours truly |
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And right before you go blind |
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P.S..... |
