Devil in a New Dress
Kanye West feat. Rick ross Lyrics


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I love it though
I love it though, y'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 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 us, 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 wanted, huh?"
What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its 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 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 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 couldn't 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, 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 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 D.M.V. thought 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 j 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

Overall Meaning

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 © BMG Rights Management, 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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