Devil In A New Dress
作词 : Dean, Michael G. / Harrell, Roosevelt
作曲 : Dean, Michael G. / Harrell, Roosevelt
Producers: Mike Dean/Bink！
Writers: Mike Dean/Carol King/Malik Yusef/Rick Ross/Kanye West
Sample:Will You Love Me Tomorrow?(1973)—Smokey Robinson
Uh, uh
I love it though
I love it though, y'know?
Put your hands to the constellations
The 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 n-gga did a lot of waiting
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 putting on her make up, she casually allure
Text message break ups, 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 stunting on a jumbotron
I’m looking at her like this what you really wanted, huh?
Why we argue 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 preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan
I mean a n-gga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
When the sun go down it's the magic hour, the magic hour
And outta all the colors that'll 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
Throwing sh-t around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so 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 that sense of humor
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 Scarface, could it be more Tony?
You love me for me? Could you be 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 evening
Cat got your tongue?
Lookin' at my bxtch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sipping Rosé all alone
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, n-gga shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbing up the Lord's ladder
We still speeding, running signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talking 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 dxpe 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 getting mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique appetite's had tapeworms
Spinning Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns
I shed a tear before the night's over
God bless the man I put the sights over
Getting 2Pac money twice over
Still a real n-gga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm making love to the angel of death
Catching feelings never stumble, retracing my steps
Devil In A New DressLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Dean, Michael G. / Harrell, Roosevelt
[00:00.015] 作曲 : Dean, Michael G. / Harrell, Roosevelt
[00:00.030]Producers: Mike Dean/Bink！
[00:00.747]Writers: Mike Dean/Carol King/Malik Yusef/Rick Ross/Kanye West
[00:01.574]Sample:Will You Love Me Tomorrow?(1973)—Smokey Robinson
[00:02.855]Uh, uh
[00:07.920]I love it though
[00:09.611]I love it though, y'know?
[00:12.563]Put your hands to the constellations
[00:14.556]The way you look should be a sin
[00:16.410]You my sensation
[00:18.447]I know I’m preaching to the congregation
[00:20.647]We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan
[00:30.592]I mean a n-gga did a lot of waiting
[00:32.670]We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
[00:36.496]May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us
[00:39.457]In that magic hour I seen good Christians
[00:42.563]Make rash decisions
[00:44.084]Oh she do it
[00:45.609]What happened to religion?
[00:47.052]Oh, she lose it
[00:48.633]She putting on her make up, she casually allure
[00:51.524]Text message break ups, the casualty of tour
[00:54.599]How she gone wake up and not love me no more?
[00:57.525]I thought I was the asshole, I guess it’s rubbing off
[01:00.577]Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme
[01:03.624]Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron
[01:06.725]I’m looking at her like this what you really wanted, huh?
[01:09.749]Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime
[01:12.771]Put your hands to the constellations
[01:14.901]The way you look should be a sin
[01:16.563]You my sensation
[01:18.978]I know I’m preaching to the congregation
[01:20.968]We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan
[01:25.443]Satan, Satan, Satan
[01:30.837]I mean a n-gga did a lot of waiting
[01:33.128]We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
[01:36.006]When the sun go down it's the magic hour, the magic hour
[01:41.725]And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies
[01:44.703]You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
[01:48.898]Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
[01:51.569]Don’t leave while you're hot that’s how Mase screwed up
[01:54.724]Throwing sh-t around, the whole place screwed up
[01:57.363]Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us
[02:00.422]I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat
[02:03.734]I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat
[02:06.967]You see I always loved that sense of humor
[02:09.250]But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
[02:12.579]The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
[02:15.395]That's "Dior Homme", not "Dior, homie"
[02:18.755]The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
[02:21.831]You love me for me? Could you be more phony?
[02:25.247]Put your hands to the constellations
[02:27.367]The way you look should be a sin
[02:29.036]You my sensation
[02:31.732]Haven’t said a word- Haven’t said a word to me this evening
[02:37.569]Cat got your tongue?
[04:01.999]Lookin' at my bxtch I bet she give your ass a bone
[04:04.890]Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone
[04:07.973]Stretch limousine, sipping Rosé all alone
[04:10.830]Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
[04:13.441]Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
[04:16.611]All black tux, n-gga shoes lavender
[04:19.902]I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
[04:22.901]Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
[04:26.052]Before his jaw shattered climbing up the Lord's ladder
[04:28.964]We still speeding, running signs like they don't matter
[04:32.041]Uh, hater talking never made me mad
[04:35.052]Never that not when I'm in my favorite papertag
[04:38.106]Therefore G4's at the Clearport
[04:41.014]When it come to tools fool I'm a Pep Boy
[04:43.999]When it came to dxpe I was quick to export
[04:46.884]Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
[04:50.152]New Mercedes sedan, the Lex sport
[04:53.089]So many cars DMV thought it was mail fraud
[04:56.408]Different traps, I was getting mail from
[04:59.300]Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
[05:02.321]Whole clique appetite's had tapeworms
[05:04.913]Spinning Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns
[05:09.023]I shed a tear before the night's over
[05:11.390]God bless the man I put the sights over
[05:14.772]Getting 2Pac money twice over
[05:17.147]Still a real n-gga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
[05:21.081]I'm making love to the angel of death
[05:23.394]Catching feelings never stumble, retracing my steps
