Key:C#m
Chorus: C#m / F#m B
Intro: Every second,
every minute, man, I
swear that she can
get it
Say if you a bad
chick, 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
Verse 1: 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
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, PS
Chorus: You can get
it, you can get it,
you can get it, you
can get it (and any
place)
And I know just,
know just, know
just, know just,
know just what you
want
Poetic justice, put
it in a song,
alright
You can get it, you
can get it, you can
get it, you can get
it (and any
place)
And I know just,
know just, know
just, know just,
know just what you
want
Poetic justice, put
it in a song,
alright
Verse 2: I really
hope you play this,
'cause, oh, girl you
test my patience
With all these
seductive
photographs
And all cthese
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' with your
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
You can get it, you
can get it, you can
get it, you can get
it (and any
place)
And I know just,
know just, know
just, know just,
know just what you
want
Poetic justice, put
it in a song,
alright
You can get it, you
can get it, you can
get it, you can get
it (and any
place)
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, mm-hmm
That's your
heartbeat, it either
caught me or it
called me, mm-hmm
Read slow and you'll
find gold mines in
these lines
Sincerely, yours
truly, and right
before you go blind,
PS
You can get it, you
can get it, you can
get it, you can get
it (and any
place)
And I know just,
know just, know
just, know just,
know just what you
want
Poetic justice, put
it in a song,
alright |
