[Intro]

Uh

Uh

I love it, though

I love it, though, huh, you know?

[Chorus]

Uh, 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 waiting

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 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 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

[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

Satan, Satan, Satan

I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting

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 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 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?

[Chorus]

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?