[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, there's 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: Kendrick Lamar] [x2]
 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, [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: x2]

 [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]