Poetic Justice Lyrics - Good Kid, Maad City - Kendrick Lamar

Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it 

Say if you a bad bitch 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! 

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 

With poetic justice, poetic justice 

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? 

I mean write poems in these songs dedicated to you 

And you're in the mood for empathy, theres 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, She wanna go and party 

Nigga don't approach her with that Atari 

Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry 

They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell 

But I can 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 

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 

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 all right 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 and we would 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... 

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 

Every time I write these words they become a taboo 

Making sure my punctuation curve 

Every letter is true 

Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof 

I'm talking 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 looking in the mirror 

Love is not just a verb, It's you looking poor 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 steering 

Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference 

It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm 

That's your heartbeat 

It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm 

Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines 

Sincerely, yours truly 

And right before you go blind 

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 

"I'm gon' ask you one more time homie, where is you from? Or it is a problem" 

"Ay you over here for Sherane homie?" 

"Yo I don't care who this nigga over here for, if he don't tell where he come, it's a wrap! I'm sorry" 

"Hol' up hol' up hol' up, we gon' do it like this, OK? I'mma tell you where I'm from, you gon' tell me where you from, OK? Or where your Grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?" 

"Enough with all this talkin" 

"Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the car before I snatch you out that mother fucker homie" 

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