Devil In A New Dress chords by Kanye West

• Key: E
• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

♫ 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