[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Every second, every minute
Man, I swear that she can get it (Hey)
Say if you a bad chick, put your hands up high (What's up?)
Hands up high (What's up?), hands up high (Uh-huh)
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talkin' 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I recognize your fragrance
Hold up, you ain't never gotta say it, uh
And I know your taste is
A little bit, mm, 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, it'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 girlfriend
Y'all curled in 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
Now they say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, PS
(One time)
Every second, every minute
Man, I swear that she can get it (Hey)
Say if you a bad chick, put your hands up high (What's up?)
Hands up high (What's up?), hands up high (Uh-huh)
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talkin' 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I recognize your fragrance
Hold up, you ain't never gotta say it, uh
And I know your taste is
A little bit, mm, 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, it'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 girlfriend
Y'all curled in 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
Now they say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, PS
(One time)
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