[Intro]
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad [bad word] 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!

 [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
 You ain't never gotta say [bad word] (woo!)
And I know your taste is
 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 [bad word] it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
You're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet, where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
 I really wanna show you off [bad word] 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 [bad word] don't approach her with that Atari
 [bad word] that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say [bad word] a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
 'less I write it down for real, P.S

 [Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
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

 [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 taking
 Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy [bad word] 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 [bad word] from where [bad word] from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God [bad word] you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun 
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big [bad word] 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 [bad word] save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
 P.S

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Every time I write these words they [bad word] a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 for it, maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be insane
fatal attraction [bad word]  And what we [bad word] is pain
I mean you need to hear this
 Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] And right before you go blind
P.S

 [Hook]

[Skit]
 "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 [bad word] over here for, if he don't tell where [bad word]  it's a wrap! I'm sorry"
 "Hol' up hol' up hol