A$AP Rocky, Joe Fox, Kanye West - Jukebox Joints lyrics

And I'm a man of my word
That I got nothing at all
So tell me now does it hurt or is it
Too late? I'm a man of my law
I gotta keep my weight up
But who will lean if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you know

She the type to seek love
And make it everlasting
I'm the type to wake up
And say you never happened
I mean, I fucked the girl with hella passion
But it's cold how we smashing
Left her sleeping on a separate mattress
I think her body makes for better practice
Good excuse for my absence like, "Flacko
Where your ass been?
Heard you done with fashion
Now yo' ass is acting"
I'm tripping off the acid


Now yo' ass is looking massive
This ain't the shit equipped with
Columns from my reckless swagging
This that dark house party
With this record blasting
Rolling spliffs, clique beside me
Fingers Liberace
When I seen this bitch in vintage
Tommy and some mid Huaraches
I'm all alone though
Mood music makes me bop slower
Trippin' on how I shifted pop culture
Changed hip-hop on ya
Smoking like a rasta was my pop's culture
I be damned if I die sober
I'll be sure to visit Pac for ya

And I'm a man of my word
That I got nothing at all
So tell me now does it hurt or is it
Too late? I'm a man of my law
I gotta keep my weight up
But where do I land if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you know

And shout outs my pretty womens
In the spot tonight
Let me see them fuckin' hands
And for the freaks that love
The niggas with the Jeeps
Lex, coupes and the Bimmers and the Benz
Come again when my death calls
I pray the Lord accept collect calls
'Cause I be playing with these
Womens like they sex dolls
Call my Prada prior
Cause it's dropping next fall
Don't you short the next ball
My closet like the Met ball she said
"I just love it when you speak soft-spoken
Up in the magazines with
Your teeth all golden"
Took the whole year off just
To learn to make beats
Dropped the flames on my release and
Leave the streets all smokin'
That touch your soul music, I get you higher
Grab your lighter fluid
Might add a preacher and a choir to it
I speak the father's music, hallelujah
Always Strive & Prosper, stupid
Even Montell can't tell you how we do it
Sit back and watch me do it

And I'm a man of my word
That I got nothing at all
So tell me now does it hurt or is it
Too late? I'm a man of my law
I gotta keep my weight up
But where do I land if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you know

Okay, let's get past all the
Swag trapping and fashion talking
You want that take it to gats
Or keep it in rapping talking
They rap impulsive, get embarrassed
It actually happens often
You my son like my last abortion
I'm just laughing off it
I changed rap, pushed fashion forward, yeah
I'm that important
You jack my style, she jack me off
And y'all both acting awkward?
Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead, bitch
Ain't nothing better than the
Pretty big forehead bitch
Listen close I got some shit to tell you
Motherfuckers get familiar
It's not just model bitches on my genitalia
Did Azalea's from Australia
Trips to Venezuela
Cinderella's under my umbrella
For different weather ella, ella, ayy
Just play it like I didn't tell ya
Niggas taking pictures any time
We get together
And hope to fly away just one
Day like some love birds
Only one word that I'm afraid
Of is the "love" word

More power to you, more power to you
My lovely one
More power to you, more power to you
My lonely one
More power to you, more power to you
My lovely one
What's up, bruh? That all depends
With friends like you, who need friends?
Sometimes the best advice is no advice
Especially when it's your advice
Oh! Man, remember
Your man was on stage dressed
Like a family member
Man, everything basic to Ye Guevara
That means Saint Laurent is my Zara
I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck
Me with the polo
Ayy, bitch, you missed out, #fomo
I got one child, one child
But I'm fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' like I'm tryna make four more
They wanna throw me under a white jail
'Cause I'm a black man with
Confidence of a white male hallelujah