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Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get itSay if you a bad b*tch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up highTell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the moodI'm talking 'bout dark room, perfumeGo, go!I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)You ain't never gotta say sh*t (woo!)And I know your taste isA little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)Everybody else basicYou live life on an everyday basisWith poetic justice, poetic justiceIf I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?I mean write poems in these songs, dedicated to youAnd you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my penBetter yet when your friends and themI really wanna know you allI really wanna show you offF*ck that, pour up plenty of champagneCold nights when you curse this nameYou called up your girlfriends andY'all curled in that little bitty range I heard thatShe wanna go and party, she wanna go and partyN*gga don't approach her with that AtariN*gga that ain't good game, homie, sorryLetras de cancionesThey say conversation, rule a nation, I can tellBut I can never right my wrongsUnless I write it down for real, P.S(Anytime)You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get itAnd I know just know, just know, just know, just know, just what you want,Poetic justice, put it in a song(Anytime)You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get itAnd I know just know, just know, just know, just know, just what you want,Poetic justice, put it in a songI really hope you play thisCause ol' girl you test my patienceWith all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacationsYou've been takin'Clearly a lot for me to take inIt don't make senseYoung East African Girl, you too busy f*cking with your other manI was trying to put you on game, put you on a planeTake you and your mama to the motherlandI could do it, maybe one dayWhen you figure out you're gonna need someoneWhen you figure out it's all right here in the cityAnd you don't run from where we come fromThat sound like poetic justice, poetic justiceYou were so new to this life but God damn you got adjustedI mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sexYour 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 moreAnd they say communication saves relations, I can tellBut I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for realP.S...(Anytime)You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get itAnd I know just know, just know, just know, just know, just what you want,Poetic justice, put it in a song(Anytime)You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get itAnd I know just know, just know, just know, just know, just what you want,Poetic justice, put it in a songEvery time I write these words they become a tabooMaking sure my punctuation curveEvery letter is trueLiving my life in the margin and that metaphor was proofI'm talking poetic justice, poetic justiceIf I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?I mean you need to hear thisLove is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirrorLove is not just a verb, it's you looking for it maybeCall me crazy, we can both be insaneA fatal attraction is commonAnd what we have common is painI mean you need to hear thisLove is not just a verb and I can see power steeringSex drive when you swerve, I want that interferenceIt's coherent, I can hear it, mmhmmThat's your heartbeatIt either caught me or it called me, mmhmmBreathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these linesSincerely, yours trulyAnd right before you go blindP.S...(Anytime)You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get itAnd I know just know, just know, just know, just know, just what you want,Poetic justice, put it in a songI'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 n*gga 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'ma tell you where I'm from OK?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 motherf*cker homie. From Letras Mania