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

B***h don't approach her with that Atari, b***h, 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

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 taking clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense

Young East African Girl, you too busy ****ing with your other man

I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane

Take you and your momma 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 Goddamn you got adjusted

I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun s**t

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 save relations, I can tell

But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em 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