A$AP Rocky - Jukebox Joints (Explicit - Official Video) ft. Joe Fox, Kanye West (official Lyrics)

 A$AP Rocky - Jukebox Joints (Explicit - Official Video) ft. Joe Fox, Kanye West (Official 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 the confidence of a white male

Hallelujah