[Intro]
     
Uh uh
I love it, though
I love it, though, huh, you know?

[Chorus]

Put your hands

 to the conste

llations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

I know I'm pre

achin' to the 

congregation
           
We love Jesus,

              
 but you done 

              
learned a lot 

           
from Satan

I mean, a nigg

a did a lot of

 waiting
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 1]

May the Lord f

orgive us, may

 the gods be w

ith us
              
In that magic 

              
hour, I seen g

               
ood Christians
Make brash decisions, oh, she do it

What happened 

to religion? O

h, she lose it

She putting on

 her makeup, s

he casually al

lure
              
Text message b

              
reak-ups, the 

              
casualty of to

    
ur
How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off

Hood phenomeno

n, the LeBron 

of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
           
I'm looking at

              
 her like, "Th

              
is what you re

              
ally wanted, h

      
uh?"
Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime


[Chorus]

Put your hands

 to the conste

llations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

I know I'm pre

achin' to the 

congregation
           
We love Jesus,

              
 but you done 

              
learned a lot 

           
from Satan

I mean, a nigg

a did a lot of

 waiting

We ain't marri

ed, but tonigh

t I need some 

consummation

[Verse 2]

When the sun g

o down, it's t

he magic hour,

 the magic hou

r
              
And outta all 

      
the colors tha

t'll fill up t

he skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes

Why you standi

ng there with 

your face scre

wed up?
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
 
Throwin' shit 

around, the wh

ole place scre

wed up
     
Maybe I should

 call Mase so 

he could pray 

for us
           
I hit the Jama


ican spot, at 

the bar, take 

a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat

You see, I alw

ays loved that

 sense of humo

r
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 Scarf

ace, could it 

be more Tony?

You love me fo

r me, could yo

u be more phon

y?

[Chorus]

Put your hands

 to the conste

llations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
           
Haven't said a

              
 word, haven't

              
 said a word t

              
o me this even

    
ing
              
Cat got your t

         
ongue?

[Interlude/Solo]
E D#m x3 G#m //Check out the solo tab for guitar parts, top rated is very good
     

[Rick Ross Verse]

Lookin' at my 

bitch, I bet s

he give your a

ss a bone
              
Lookin' at my 

              
wrist, it'll t

              
urn your ass t

        
o stone
Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own

Cherry-red cha

riot, excess i

s just my char

acter
All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender
           
I never needed

              
 acceptance fr

              
om all you out

       
siders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh)

Before his jaw

 shattered, cl

imbing up the 

Lord's ladder
              
We still speed

              
in', running s

              
ign' like they

              
 don't matter,

    
 uh
Hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag

Therefore, G4s

 at the Clearp

ort
              
When it come t

              
o tools, fool,

               
 I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope, I was quick to export

Never tired of

 ballin', so i

t's on to the 

next sport

New Mercedes s

edan, the Lex'

 sport
              
So many cars, 

              
DMV thought it

              
 was mail frau

  
d
Different traps I was gettin' mail from
              
Polk County, J

              
acksonville, r

              
ight in Melbou

    
rne
Whole clique appetites had tapeworms
              
Spinnin' Teddy

              
 Pendergrass v

              
inyl as my J b

    
urns
              
I shed a tear 

              
before the nig

          
ht's over
              
God bless the 

              
man I put this

            
 ice over (Uh)
Getting 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller

I'm makin' lov

e to the angel

 of death
Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh)

[Outro]
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