Kanye West – Devil In A New Dress (Guitar)

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[Intro]

E     D#m
Uh uh

I love it, though I love it, though, huh, you know? [Chorus]

E
Put your hands to the constellations

The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

D#m
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation

         G#m                                         Emaj7
We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan

D#m
I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting

We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation [Verse 1]

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

                                           D#m
In that magic hour, I seen good Christians

Make brash decisions, oh, she do it

G#m
What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it

Emaj7
She putting on her makeup, she casually allure

                                              D#m
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

E
Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme

Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron

D#m                                                           G#m
I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?"

Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime [Chorus]

E
Put your hands to the constellations

The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

D#m
I know I'm preachin' to the congregation

         G#m                                         Emaj7
We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan

D#m
I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting

G#m
We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation

[Verse 2]

E
When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour

                    D#m
And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies

You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes

Emaj7
Why you standing there with your face screwed up?

Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up

 D#m
Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up

     G#m
Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us

           Emaj7
I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat

I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat

D#m
You see, I always loved that sense of humor

But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was

   E
The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme

That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie"

    D#m
The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony?

G#m
You love me for me, could you be more phony?

[Chorus]

Emaj7
Put your hands to the constellations

The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation

D#m                                                         E
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening

                      D#m G#m
Cat got your tongue?

[Interlude/Solo] E D#m x3 G#m //Check out the solo tab for guitar parts, top rated is very good Emaj7 D#m E D#m G#m [Rick Ross Verse]

E
Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone

                                                  D#m
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

E
Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character

All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender

D#m                                              G#m
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders

Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh)

Emaj7
Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder

                                                            D#m
We still speedin', running sign' like they don't matter, uh

Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag

E
Therefore, G4s at the Clearport

                                           D#m
When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy

When it came to dope, I was quick to export

G#m
Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport

E
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport

                                            D#m
So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud

Different traps I was gettin' mail from

                                              E
Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne

Whole clique appetites had tapeworms

                                              D#m
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns

                                      G#m
I shed a tear before the night's over

                                        Emaj7
God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh)

Getting 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller

D#m
I'm makin' love to the angel of death

Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh) [Outro] E D#m x3 G#m