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 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 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?
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