I love it though
I love it though, haha you know
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 you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean a n**** did a lot of waitin'
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
May the lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
Make brash decisions, oh she do it?
What happen to religion, oh she lose it
She puttin' on her make up, she casually allure
Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
How she gon' wake up, and not love me no more?
I thought I was the a******, I guess it's rubbin' off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbo tron
I'm lookin' at her like, this what you really wanted huh?
Why we argue anyway, oh I forgot it's summertime
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
(Satan, Satan, Satan)
I mean a n**** did a lot of waitin'
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
When the sun go down, it's the magic hour
The magic hour
And out of all the colors that'll fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Why you standin' there with ya face screwed up
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
Throwin' s*** around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
I hit the, Jamaican spot at the bar take a seat
I ordered ya jerk, she said ya are what ya eat
You see I always loved that sense of humor
But tonight you should of seen how quite the room was, the
Lyor Cohen, the Dior Homme, that's Dior Homme not Dior homie
The cribs Scarface, could it be more Tony?
You love me for me, could you be more phony?
Put your hands to the constellation
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 gotcha tongue?
[Rick Ross]
Looking at my b****, I bet she give your a** a bomb
looking at my wrist, it'll turn your a** 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, n**** 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 n**** red coogie sweater, dice roller,
I'm making love to the angel of death,
catching feelings, never stumble retracing my steps.
I love it though, haha you know
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 you done learned a lot from Satan
I mean a n**** did a lot of waitin'
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
May the lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
Make brash decisions, oh she do it?
What happen to religion, oh she lose it
She puttin' on her make up, she casually allure
Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
How she gon' wake up, and not love me no more?
I thought I was the a******, I guess it's rubbin' off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbo tron
I'm lookin' at her like, this what you really wanted huh?
Why we argue anyway, oh I forgot it's summertime
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
(Satan, Satan, Satan)
I mean a n**** did a lot of waitin'
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
When the sun go down, it's the magic hour
The magic hour
And out of all the colors that'll fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Why you standin' there with ya face screwed up
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
Throwin' s*** around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
I hit the, Jamaican spot at the bar take a seat
I ordered ya jerk, she said ya are what ya eat
You see I always loved that sense of humor
But tonight you should of seen how quite the room was, the
Lyor Cohen, the Dior Homme, that's Dior Homme not Dior homie
The cribs Scarface, could it be more Tony?
You love me for me, could you be more phony?
Put your hands to the constellation
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 gotcha tongue?
[Rick Ross]
Looking at my b****, I bet she give your a** a bomb
looking at my wrist, it'll turn your a** 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, n**** 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 n**** red coogie sweater, dice roller,
I'm making love to the angel of death,
catching feelings, never stumble retracing my steps.