[00:00.197]You a bad *****, put your hands up high
[00:03.484]Hands up high, hands up high
[00:06.235]Tell 'em dim the lights down right now
[00:08.928]Put me in the mood
[00:10.691]I'm talkin' about dark room, perfume, go, go
[00:15.555]
[00:17.437]I recognize your fragrance
[00:18.978]Hold up, you ain't never gotta say shit
[00:20.670]Uh, and I know your taste is
[00:22.330]A little bit, hmm, high maintenance
[00:24.126]Uh, everybody else basic
[00:25.797]You live life on an everyday basis
[00:27.658]With poetic justice, poetic justice
[00:30.762]If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room
[00:33.333]Would you trust it?
[00:34.285]I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
[00:39.392]You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
[00:41.823]Better yet, where your friends and 'em?
[00:43.934]I really wanna know you all “
[00:45.713]I really wanna show you off “
[00:47.482]**** that, pour up plenty of champagne
[00:50.007]Cold nights when you curse this name “
[00:51.661]You called up your girlfriends
[00:53.003]And y'all curled in that little bitty Range
[00:55.112]I heard that she wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
[00:59.282]*****, don't approach her with that Atari
[01:01.059]*****, that ain't good game, homie, sorry
[01:02.697]They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
[01:06.135]But I could never right my wrongs
[01:07.934]'Less I write it down for real, P.S
[01:10.266]
[01:12.896]You can get it, you can get it
[01:14.844]You can get it, you can get it
[01:16.669]And I know just, know just, know just
[01:18.969]Know just, know just what you want
[01:20.788]Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright

You a bad *****, 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
I recognize your fragrance
Hold up, you ain't never gotta say shit
Uh, and I know your taste is
A little bit, hmm, 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 “
**** 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, 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, alright