Artist/Band:
Kanye West
Lyrics for Song: Devil in a New Dress
Lyrics for Album: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy [2010]
I love it, though
I love it, though
[Chorus]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan
I mean, a nigga did a lot of waitin'
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
[Verse 1]
May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
Make rash decisions, oh, she do it
What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
She puttin' on her makeup, she casually allure
Text message breakups, the casualty of tour
How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off
Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you're stuntin' on a Jumbotron
I'm lookin' at her like, this what you really wanted, huh?
Why we arguin' anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime
[Chorus]
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan
I mean, a nigga did a lot of waitin'
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
[Verse 2]
When the sun go down, it's the magic hour
(the magic hour)
And out of all the colors that fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
Throwin' shit around, our whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase and he could pray for us
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, took a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said, "You are what you eat"
You see, I always loved the sense of humor
But tonight, you shoulda seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen of Dior own
That's Diorome, not Dior, homie
The crib's Scarface, could it be more tony?
You love me for me, could you me more phony?
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evenin'
Cat got your tongue?
[Rick Ross]
Looking at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bomb
looking at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone
stretch limousine, sippin' Rosé all alone
double headed monster with a mind of it's own
cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
all black tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had ciphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired,
before his jaw shattered, climbing up the lord's ladder
we still speedin' running signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad,
never that now when I'm in my favorite paper tag,
therefore G4's at the ClearPort,
when it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy,
when it came to dope I was quick to export,
never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
new Mercedes sedan, the Lex sport
so many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud,
different traps I was gettin' mail from,
Poke County, Jacksonville, write Melbourne,
whole clique appetites had tape worms
spinning Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my j burns,
I shed a tear before the night's over,
God bless the man I put this ice over,
Gettin' 2pac money, twice over
still a real nigga red coogie sweater, dice roller,
I'm making love to the angel of death,
catching feelings, never stumble retracing my steps.
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