Devil In A New Dress Lyrics - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy - Kanye West

I love it though 

I love it though 

Uh put your hands to the constellations 

the 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 aint married but tonight I need some consummation 

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 phenomenom, 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 

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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 aint married but tonight I need some consummation 

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 thats Dior Homme not Dior homie 

the crib scarface couldn't be more Tony 

you love me for me could you be more phoney 

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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? 

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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