Devil In A New Dress
[Kanye West]I love it thoughI love it though
[Chorus]Uh put your hands to the constellationsthey way you look should be a sin, you my sensationI know I’m preaching to the congregationwe love Jesus but you done learned a lot from SatanI mean a nigga did a lot of waitingwe ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
[Kanye West - Verse 1]may the Lord forgive usmay the God’s be with usand that magic hour I seen good Christians make rash decisionsoh she do it, what happened to Religion?oh she lose itshe putting on her make upshe casually alluretext message break up, the casualty of tourhow she gone wake up and not love me no moreI thought I was the ass hole, I guess it’s rubbing offhood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhymehard to be humble when you stuntin on a jumbotronI’m looking at her like “this what you really want it, huh?”what we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime
[Chorus]Uh put your hands to the constellationsthey way you look should be a sin, you my sensationI know I’m preaching to the congregationwe love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan (Satan, Satan, Satan)I mean a nigga did a lot of waitingwe ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
[Kanye West - Verse 2]When the sun go down its the magic hourthe magic hourand outta all the colours that are still up the skiesyou got green on your mindI can see it in your eyeswhy you standing there with your face screwed updon’t leave while your hot that’s how Mase screwed upthrowing shit around, the whole place screwed upmaybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for usI hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seatI ordered you jerk, she said "you are what you eat"you see I always loved your sense of humourbut tonight you should have seen how quiet the room wasthe Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homiethe crib scarface couldn’t be more Tonyyou love me for me could you be more phoney
[Chorus]Uh put your hands to the constellationsthey way you look should be a sin, you my sensationhaven’t said a word, haven’t said a wordto me this eveningCat got your tongue?
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]Lookin’ at my bitch I bet she give your ass a boneLookin’ at my wrist it’ll turn your ass to stoneStretch limousine, sippin’ Rosé all alongDouble-headed monster with a mind of his ownCherry red chariot, excess is just my characterAll black tux, nigga shoes lavenderI never needed acceptance from all you outsidersHad cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wiredBefore his jaw shattered climbin’ up the Lord’s ladderWe still speedin’, runnin’ signs like they don’t matterUh, hater talkin’ never made me madNever that when I’m in my favorite papertagTherefore G4s at the ClearportWhen it come to tools, fool I’m a Pep BoyWhen it came to dope, I was quick to exportNever tired of ballin’ so it’s on to the next sportNew Mercedes sedan, they’ll exportSo many cars DMV though it was mail fraudDifferent traps, I was gettin’ mail fromPolk County, Jacksonville, rep MelbourneWhole clique, appetite had tapewormsSpinnin’ Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burnsI shed a tear before the night's overGod bless the man I put this ice overGettin’ 2Pac money twice overStill a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice rollerI’m makin’ love to the angel of deathCatchin’ feelings, never stumble, retracin’ my steps