That's Dior Homme, not Dior Homie'

Kanye West – Devil In A New Dress 

The Lyrics are what got me on this track. Ye' is a dope lyricist.

Dig Deeper for the lyrics

I love it, though

I love it, though

[Chorus]

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 nigga did a lot of waitin’

We ain’t married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 1]

May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us

In that magic hour, I seen good Christians

Make brash decisions, oh, she do it

What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it

She puttin’ on her makeup, she casually allure

Text message breakups, the casualty of tour

How she gon’ wake up and not love me no more?

I thought I was the asshole, I guess it’s rubbin’ off

Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme

Hard to be humble when you’re stuntin’ on a Jumbotron

I’m lookin’ at her like, this what you really wanted, huh?

Why we arguin’ anyway? Oh, I forgot, it’s summertime

[Chorus]

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

I mean, a nigga did a lot of waitin’

We ain’t married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 2]

When the sun go down, it’s the magic hour

(the magic hour)

And out of all the colors that 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’ shit around, our whole place screwed up

Maybe I should call Mase and he could pray for us

I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, took a seat

I ordered the jerk, she said, “You are what you eat”

You see, I always loved the sense of humor

But tonight, you shoulda seen how quiet the room was

The Lyor Cohen of Dior own

That’s Dior Homme, not Dior, homie

The crib’s Scarface, could it be more tony?

You love me for me, could you me more phony?

[Outro]

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 evenin’

Cat got your tongue?