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 [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. 
 
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