[Intro]
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Emaj7
Uh
Uh
D#m7
I love it, though
I love it, though, you know?
[Chorus (1)]
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Emaj7
Uh, put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
D#m7
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
G#sus2
We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan
Emaj7 D#m7
I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
[Verse 1]
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Emaj7
May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
In that magic hour, I seen good Christians
D#m7
Make brash decisions, oh, she do it
G#sus2
What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
Emaj7
She putting on her makeup, she casually alure
Text message breakups, the casualty of tour
D#m7
How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off
Emaj7
Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
D#m7 G#sus2
I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?"
Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime
[Chorus (2)]
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Emaj7
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
D#m7
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation
We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan
Emaj7
Satan, Satan, Satan
D#m7
I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting
G#sus2
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation
[Verse 2]
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Emaj7
When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour
D#m7
And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Emaj7
Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
D#m7
Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up
G#sus2
Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
Emaj7
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat
D#m7
You see, I always loved that sense of humor
But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was
Emaj7
The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie"
D#m7
The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
G#sus2
You love me for me, could you be more phony?
[Chorus (3)]
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Emaj7
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
D#m7
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Emaj7 D#m7 G#sus2
Cat got your tongue?
[Break]
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Emaj7 | D#m7 | Emaj7 | D#m7
G#sus2
[Solo]
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Emaj7 | D#m7 | Emaj7 | D#m7
G#sus2 | Emaj7 | D#m7 | Emaj7
D#m7 | G#sus2
[Verse 3]
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Emaj7
Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone
D#m7
Stretch limousine, sipping rose all alone
Doubleheaded monster with a mind of his own
Emaj7
Cherryred chariot, excess is just my character
Allblack tux, nigga's shoes lavender
D#m7
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
G#sus2
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Emaj7
Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder
D#m7
We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh
Hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag
Emaj7
Therefore, G fours at the Clearport
When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy
D#m7
When it came to dope, I was quick to export
G#sus2
Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport
Emaj7
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud
D#m7
Different traps I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne
Emaj7
Whole clique appetites had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns
D#m7
I shed a tear before the night's over
G#sus2
God bless the man I put this ice over
Emaj7
Getting twoPac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, diceroller
D#m7
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps
[Outro]
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Emaj7 | D#m7 | Emaj7 | D#m7
G#sus2