[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]

Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she can get it

Say if you a bad bitch, 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' 'bout dark room, perfume

Go, go

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

(In the thundering rain)

I recognize your fragrance, hol' up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh

And I know your taste is a little bit, mmm, 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 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, PS

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Janet Jackson]

(An-an-an-an-anytime)

You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (And any place)

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright

(An-an-an-an-anytime)

You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (And any place)

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright

[Verse 2: Drake]

(In the thundering rain)

I really hope you play this 'cause, oh, girl, you test my patience

With all these seductive photographs and all these one-off vacations you've been takin'

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

Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin' with your other man

I was tryna 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 alright 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 doin' 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, PS

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Janet Jackson]

(An-an-an-an-anytime)

You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (And any place)

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright

(An-an-an-an-anytime)

You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (And any place)

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

(In the thundering rain)

Every time I write these words, they become a taboo

Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true

Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof

I'm talkin' poetic justice, poetic justice

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

I mean, you need to hear this

Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' in the mirror

Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' for it, maybe, call me crazy, we can both be insane

A fatal attraction is common, and what we have common is pain

I mean, you need to hear this

Love is not just a verb and I can see power steerin'

Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, mhm

That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, mhm

Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines

Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, PS

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Janet Jackson]

(An-an-an-an-anytime)

You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (And any place)

And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want

Poetic justice, put it in a song

[Skit]

I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie

Where is you from? Or it is a problem

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ask him if he over here for Sherane

Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie?

I don't care who this nigga over here for

If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap, I'm sorry

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, we gon' do it like this, okay?

I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?

You gon' tell me where you from, okay?

Or, or, or where your grandma stay

Where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay?

Fuck all this talkin'

As a matter fact, get out the van, homie

Get out the car 'fore I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie