Devil In A New Dress
Kanye West Lyrics
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Uh
I love it though
I love it though, huh, you know?
Uh, put your hands to the constellations
They 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 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 asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' 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
They 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 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 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' shit 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 the sense of humor
But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or 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
They 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 bitch, 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, nigga's shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (uh)
Before his jaw shattered, climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin', runnin' signs like they don't matter, uh
Hater talkin' 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 dope, 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 appetites had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns
I shed a tear before the night's over
God bless the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (uh)
Uh
In Kanye West's song Devil In A New Dress, the artist sings about his complicated relationship with a woman. The first verse talks about the physical attraction he has towards her and how she looks like a "sin." He then acknowledges that he's preaching to the "congregation," referencing Christianity, but also realizes that he's learned a lot from "Satan," implying that he has conflicting beliefs. The second verse describes their argument and how the woman is putting on makeup and trying to look alluring amidst a text message breakup, and questions what happened to religion. Kanye then reflects on his own success and arrogance, comparing himself to LeBron James and saying that it's "hard to be humble when you're stuntin' on a jumbotron."
The chorus repeats the opening lines, with Kanye confessing that he loves this woman despite their issues. The bridge of the song references the "magic hour" when the sun sets and the colors of the sky change, but the woman only has "green on her mind." The final verse talks about Kanye's success, with references to designer brands and making money from his music. He also references his own mortality, saying that he's "making love to the angel of death" but he never stumbles or retraces his steps.
Line by Line Meaning
I love it though
I enjoy this situation
Uh put your hands to the constellations
They 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
You attract attention, and I am attracted to you even though you have learned immoral behavior.
I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation
I have waited a long time, and even though we are not married, I desire to be intimate with you tonight.
May the Lord forgive us
May the God's be with us
And that magic hour
I seen good Christians
Make brash 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 up, 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 stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime
We hope that God forgives us for our immoral acts. During the magic hour, even good religious people can make reckless decisions, such as ending a relationship over a text message. Despite my confusion about the situation, I am reminded of my fame and success and struggle to remain humble.
When the sun go down its the magic hour
The magic hour
And outta all the colors that are still 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 your hot that's how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that 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 your sense of humor
But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more phony
During the magic hour, you appear to be focused on money, and I can tell you are feeling aggravated. I order from a Jamaican restaurant and offer a lighthearted joke, but it falls flat. I contemplate reaching out to Mase for guidance. Although you claim to love me for who I am, I question your sincerity.
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your tongue?
You have been uncharacteristically quiet all evening. Is something on your mind?
Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sippin' Rose all along
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character
All black tux, nigga shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that 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 dope 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 D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep Melbourne
Whole clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble retracin' my steps
I am showing off my wealth and high-end lifestyle, reminding you that I never needed anyone's validation to be successful. I reflect on my past experiences and indulgences, thinking about the people I miss while realizing how far I've come. I express my pain and vulnerability while acknowledging my accomplishments, ultimately recognizing my mortality and the importance of staying true to oneself.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Roberts, Carole King, Gerry Goffin, Kanye West, Roosevelt Harrell, Malik Yusef Jones, Mike Dean
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