Chords
[Intro]
Emaj7 Uh
Uh
D#m7 I love it, though
I love it, though, you know?
[Chorus]
Uh,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 G#sus2Jesus, 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]
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 I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" G#sus2
Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime
[Chorus]
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
We ain't G#sus2married, but tonight I need some consummation
[Verse 2]
When the sun Emaj7go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour
And outta all the D#m7colors that'll fill up the skies
You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes
Emaj7Why you standing there with your face screwed up?
Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up
D#m7Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe G#sus2I should call Mase so he could pray for us
I hit theEmaj7 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
TheEmaj7 Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme
That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie"
The D#m7crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?
You G#sus2love me for me, could you be more phony?
[Chorus]
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 Cat got your tongue? D#m7 G#sus2
[Break]
Emaj7 D#m7 Emaj7 D#m7
G#sus2
[Solo]
Emaj7 D#m7 Emaj7 D#m7
G#sus2 Emaj7 D#m7 Emaj7
D#m7 G#sus2
[Verse 3]
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
Emaj7Cherryred 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
We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter,D#m7 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#sus2Never 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]
Emaj7 D#m7 Emaj7 D#m7
G#sus2
