Devil In A New Dress lyrics

[Kanye West]

I love it though

I love it though

[Chorus]

Uh put your hands to the constellations

they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

I know I’m preaching to the congregation

we love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan

I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting

we ain't married but tonight I need some consummation

[Kanye West - Verse 1]

may the Lord forgive us

may the God’s be with us

and that magic hour I seen good Christians make rash decisions

oh she do it, what happened to Religion?

oh she lose it

she putting on her make up

she casually allure

text message break up, the casualty of tour

how she gone wake up and not love me no more

I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it’s rubbing off

hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme

hard to be humble when you stuntin on a jumbotron

I’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 constellations

they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

I know I’m preaching to the congregation

we love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan (Satan, Satan, Satan)

I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting

we ain't married but tonight I need some consummation

[Kanye West - Verse 2]

When the sun go down its the magic hour

the magic hour

and outta all the colours that are still 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 your hot that’s how Mase screwed up

throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up

maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us

I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat

I ordered you jerk, she said "you are what you eat"

you see I always loved your sense of humour

but tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was

the Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie

the crib scarface couldn’t be more Tony

you love me for me could you be more phoney

[Chorus]

Uh put your hands to the constellations

they way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

haven’t said a word, haven’t said a word

to me this evening

Cat got your tongue?

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]

Lookin’ at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone

Lookin’ at my wrist it’ll turn your ass to stone

Stretch limousine, sippin’ Rosé all along

Double-headed monster with a mind of his own

Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character

All black tux, nigga shoes lavender

I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders

Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired

Before his jaw shattered climbin’ up the Lord’s ladder

We still speedin’, runnin’ signs like they don’t matter

Uh, hater talkin’ never made me mad

Never that when I’m in my favorite papertag

Therefore G4s 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, they’ll export

So many cars DMV though it was mail fraud

Different traps, I was gettin’ mail from

Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne

Whole clique, appetite had tapeworms

Spinnin’ Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay 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 Coogi sweater, dice roller

I’m makin’ love to the angel of death

Catchin’ feelings, never stumble, retracin’ my steps