Kendrick Lamar - good kid, m.A.A.d city

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you ain’t never gotta say shit (woo!) / and i know your taste is / a l i t t l e b i t ( m m m ) h i g h maintenance (ooh) / everybody else basic / y o u l i v e l i f e o n a n e v e r y d a y b a s i s / with poetic justice, poetic justice / if i told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? / i recognize your fragrance (hol’ up!) /

i mean i write poems in these songs dedicated to you when /

y o u ’ r e i n t h e m o o d f o r e m p a t h y, there’s blood in my pen / better yet, where your friends and them? /

i r e a l l y w a n n a k n o w y o u a l l / i really wanna show you off / f u c k t h a t , p o u r u p p l e n t y o f c h a m p a g n e / cold nights when you curse this name / you called up your girlfriends and y‘all curled in that little bitty range i h e a r d t h a t / s h e w a n n a g o a n d p a r t y, she wanna go and party / n i g g a , d o n ’ t a p p r o a c h h e r w i t h t h a t a t a r i / nigga, that ain’t good game, homie, sorry / t h e y s a y c o n v e r s a t i o n rule a nation, i can tell / but i could never right my wrongs / ‘ l e s s i w r i t e i t 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


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