Kendrick Lamar ☆ Poetic Justice

ft Drake
I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
And you’re in the mood for empathy is blood in my pen
Better yet when your friends and them
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 x2
Nigga dont approach her with that Atari
Nigga that good game, homie, sorry
They conversation ruling nation I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs
‘less I write it down for real, P.S

I recognize your fragrance (hol’ up!)
You ain’t never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis

[Hook PLEASE DELETE THIS HOOK IT IS WRONG
With poetic justice (x2)
If I told you that a flower bloom
In a dark room would you trust it
I mean I write poems and then songs
Dedicated to you and

[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 taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don’t make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama 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 God damn 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 doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less so we could talk more
And they say communication saves relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S…