Devil In A New Dress

Album: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010)
Play Video
  • I love it though
    I love it though, y'know?

    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

    May the Lord forgive us
    May the God's be with us
    And that magic hour
    I seen good Christians
    Make brash 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 us, the casualty of tour
    How she gone wake up and not love me no more?
    I thought I was the asshole, 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 wanted, huh?"
    What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

    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

    When the sun go down its the magic hour
    The magic hour
    And outta all the colors 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 the jerk, she said, "You are what you eat"
    You see I always loved the sense of humor
    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 phony

    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?

    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' Rose 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 not when I'm in my favorite papertag
    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 D.M.V. thought it was mail fraud
    Different traps, I was gettin' mail from
    Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
    Whole clique's appetite had tapeworms
    Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my j burns
    I shed a tear before the nights over
    God bless the man I put this ice over, uh
    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 Writer/s: Carole King, Gerry Goffin, Kanye West, Malik Yusef Jones, Mike Dean, Roosevelt Harrell, William Roberts
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Doiod090 from Deezlove this song
see more comments

Editor's Picks

Annie Haslam of Renaissance

Annie Haslam of RenaissanceSongwriter Interviews

The 5-octave voice of the classical rock band Renaissance, Annie is big on creative expression. In this talk, she covers Roy Wood, the history of the band, and where all the money went in the '70s.

Daniel Lanois

Daniel LanoisSongwriter Interviews

Daniel Lanois on his album Heavy Sun, and the inside stories of songs he produced for U2, Peter Gabriel, and Bob Dylan.

Ian Anderson: "The delight in making music is that you don't have a formula"

Ian Anderson: "The delight in making music is that you don't have a formula"Songwriter Interviews

Ian talks about his 3 or 4 blatant attempts to write a pop song, and also the ones he most connected with, including "Locomotive Breath."

Jesus Thinks You're a Jerk: Rock vs. Televangelists

Jesus Thinks You're a Jerk: Rock vs. TelevangelistsSong Writing

When televangelists like Jimmy Swaggart took on rockers like Ozzy Osbourne and Metallica, the rockers retaliated. Bono could even be seen mocking the preachers.

Jesus In Pop Hits: The Gospel Songs That Went Mainstream

Jesus In Pop Hits: The Gospel Songs That Went MainstreamSong Writing

These overtly religious songs crossed over to the pop charts, despite resistance from fans, and in many cases, churches.

Rupert Hine

Rupert HineSongwriter Interviews

Producer Rupert Hine talks about crafting hits for Tina Turner, Howard Jones and The Fixx.