[00:00.000] 作词 : Kanye West/Bink!/Mike Dean/Rick Ross/Malik Yusef/Carole King/Gerry Goffin
[00:00.075] 作曲 : Kanye West/Bink!/Mike Dean/Rick Ross/Malik Yusef/Carole King/Gerry Goffin
[00:00.150] 编曲 : Bink!/Mike Dean
[00:00.225] 制作人 : Bink!/Mike Dean
[00:00.300]Producer: Bink!
[00:00.400]Additional Producer: Mike Dean
[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, huh, you 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 preachin' 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 C****tians
[00:42.563]Make brash 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 makeup, she casually allure
[00:51.524]Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
[00:54.599]How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
[00:57.525]I thought I was the a*shole, 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 preachin' 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]Throwin' 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 a*s a bone
[04:04.890]Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your a*s 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 speedin', running signs like they don't matter
[04:32.041]Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad
[04:35.052]Never that, not when I'm in my favorite papertag
[04:38.106]Therefore, G4s 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 gettin' mail from
[04:59.300]Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne
[05:02.321]Whole clique appetite's had tapeworms
[05:04.913]Spinnin' Teddy Pendergra*s 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 ice 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 makin' love to the angel of death
[05:23.394]Catchin' feelings never stumble, retracin' my steps

作词 : Kanye West/Bink!/Mike Dean/Rick Ross/Malik Yusef/Carole King/Gerry Goffin
作曲 : Kanye West/Bink!/Mike Dean/Rick Ross/Malik Yusef/Carole King/Gerry Goffin
编曲 : Bink!/Mike Dean
制作人 : Bink!/Mike Dean
Producer: Bink!
Additional Producer: Mike Dean
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, huh, you know?
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 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 C****tians
Make brash decisions
Oh, she do it
What happened to religion?
Oh, she lose it
She putting on her makeup, she casually allure
Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour
How she gon' wake up and not love me no more?
I thought I was the a*shole, 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 preachin' 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
Throwin' 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 a*s a bone
Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your a*s 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 speedin', running signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that, not when I'm in my favorite papertag
Therefore, G4s 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 gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne
Whole clique appetite's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergra*s vinyl as my J burns
I shed a tear before the night's over
God bless the man I put the ice over
Getting 2Pac money twice over
Still a real n-gga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble, retracin' my steps