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Kanye West
Kanye West


Background information
Birth name Kanye Omari West
Born June 8, 1977
Born place Atlanta, Georgia, United States
Origin Chicago, Illinois, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1996—present
Label(s) Def Jam Recordings
Roc-A-Fella Records
GOOD Music
Associated acts Jay-Z
Kid Cudi
Child Rebel Soldier
Website Website



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Kanye West Lyrics

"Devil in a New Dress" lyrics


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 nigga 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 asshole, 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 nigga 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' 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 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?

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