poetic

You a bad *****, 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' about dark room, perfume, go, go

I recognize your fragrance

Hold up, you ain't never gotta say s**t

Uh, and I know your taste is

A little bit, hmm, 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 “

**** 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

*****, don't approach her with that Atari

*****, 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

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