Тональность: B major
Intro 1
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Uh, uh
Chorus 1
I love it though, hah, you know? Uh
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Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin,
you my sensation
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I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned,
a lot from Satan
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I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married,
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but tonight I need some consummation
may the gods be with us
In that magic hour I seen good Christians
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Make rash decisions, oh, she do it
What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it
she casually allure
Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
and not love me no more?
I thought I was the asshole,
I guess it's rubbing off
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Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
Hard to be humble,
when you stunting on a jumbotron
this what you really wanted, huh?
Why we argue anyway?
Chorus 2
Oh, I forgot, it's summertime
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Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin,
you my sensation
D#m
I know I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but she done learned,
a lot from Satan
D#m
I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married,
but tonight I need some consummation
Verse 2
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When the sun go down it's the magic hour,
the magic hour
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And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies
You got green on your mind,
I can see it in your eyes
wit' your face screwed up?
Don't leave while you're hot,
that's how Mase screwed up
the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase,
so he could pray for us
at the bar, take a seat
I ordered the jerk,
she said you are what you eat
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You see I always loved that sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen,
how quiet the room was
That's "Dior Homme", not "Dior, homie"
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The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
You love me for me?
Chorus 3
Could you be more phony?
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Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin,
you my sensation
haven't said a word to me this evening
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Cat got your tongue?
Interlude 1
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Verse 3
I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn yo' ass to stone
D#m
Stretch limousine, sipping Rosé all alone
Double-headed monster wit' a mind,
of his own
excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes lavender
from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy,
before his mouth wired (what?)
climbing up the Lord's ladder
We still speeding, running signs,
like they don't matter
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Uh, hater talking never made me mad
Never that not,
when I'm in my favorite papertag
When it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
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When it came to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin',
Verse 4
so it's on to the next sport
So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud
D#m
Different traps, I was getting mail from
Polk County,
Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
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Whole clique appetite's had tapeworms
Spinning Teddy Pendergrass vinyl,
as my J burns
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I shed a tear before the night's over
God bless the man I put this ice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
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I'm making love to the angel of death
Catching feelings never stumble,
Outro 1
retracing my steps
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