Kanye West — Devil in a New Dress HW Version

[Intro: Kanye West] Uh, uh I love it though I love it though, y'know? [Chorus: Kanye West] Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation (This copy is for Hype Williams) 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 [Verse 1: Kanye West] 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 (This copy is for Hype Williams) What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She {?} her make up, and casually allure Text message break ups, the casualty of tour The money dreams take up everything I'm dreaming of I got the {?}, what am I leaving off? Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron {?} Why you frontin like you want it, huh? {?} summertime [Chorus: Kanye West] {?} to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the constellations We love Jesus but she 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 [Verse 2: Kanye West] When the sun go down, it's the magic hour (This copy is for Hype Williams) And it's a million colors {?} fill up the skies You got money 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 Throwing shit 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 the jerk, she said you are what you eat You see I always loved that sense of humor But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme That's "Dior Homme", not "Dior, homie" The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? You love me for me? Could you be more phony? [Chorus: Kanye West] Put your hands to the constellations The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation (This copy is for Hype Williams)