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 nigga 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 makeup She casually a lord Text message breakups The casualty of toys How she gone wake up? And not love me no more I thought I was the asshole I guess it's rubbing off Her phenomenon The LeBron to rhyme Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on the jumbotron I'm looking at her like this what you really wanna 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 you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga 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 out of 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 May screwed up Throwing shit around the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call May so he can pray for us I hit the Jamaica spot at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said you're odd what you eat You see I always loved her sense of humor But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lior Cone or Dior Homme That's Dior Homme, that Dior homie The crib scars face, 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 Ever said a word, ever said a word to me this evening? Ever said a word, ever said a word to me this evening? Ever said a word, ever said a word to me this evening? Ever said a word, ever said a word to me this evening? Looking at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone Looking at my wrist, said it 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, nigga shoots lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Hair cyphers, we easy before it's mouth wired Before it's jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder We still speeding, running signs like they don't matter Hater talking never made me mad Never that, now when I'm in my favorite paper tag Therefore, G4's at the clipboard When it come to tools, fool, I'm a pep boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of balling, so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the next sport So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps I was getting mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, Ray, Melbourne Whole clique appetites had tapeworms Spending Teddy Bender grams final as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over Getting Tupac money twice over Still a real nigga, red coochie sweater, dice roller I'm making love to the angel of death Catching feelings, never stumble, retracing my steps I'm making love to the angel of death I'm making love to the angel of death