feat. Rick Ross (換上新裝的魔鬼 - feat. 瑞克羅斯) I love it, though I love it, though 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 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 rash decisions, oh, she do it What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it She puttin'on her makeup, she casually allure Text message breakups, 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're stuntin' on a Jumbotron I'm lookin'at her like, this what you really wanted, huh? Why we arguin' 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 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 fill 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 you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up Throwin' shit around, our whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase and he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, took 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 shoulda seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen of Dior own That's Diorome, not Dior, homie The crib's Scarface, could it be more tony? You love me for me, could you me more phony? Put your hands to the constellations 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 got your tongue? Looking at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bomb looking at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all alone double headed monster with a mind of it's own cherry red chariot, excess is just my character all black tux, nigga shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had ciphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired, before his jaw shattered, climbing up the lord's ladder we still speedin' running signs like they don't matter Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad, never that now when I'm in my favorite paper tag, 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 DMV thought it was mail fraud, different traps I was gettin' mail from, Poke County, Jacksonville, write Melbourne, whole clique appetites had tape worms spinning Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my j 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 coogie sweater, dice roller, I'm making love to the angel of death, catching feelings, never stumble retracing my steps.