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, fuck 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 Nigga don't approach her with that Atari, nigga, 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
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 fucking 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 sex 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