Jukebox Joints

Lyrics

[Part I] [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Joe Fox] And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothin' at all So tell me now does it hurt or is it too late? I'm a man of my law I gotta keep my weight up, but who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know (Yeah) [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] 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 smashin', left her sleepin' 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 your ass is acting" I'm trippin' off the acid, now your 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 make me bop slower Trippin' on how I shifted pop culture, changed hip-hop on you Smoking like a rasta was my pop's culture I be damned if I die sober, I'll be sure to visit 'Pac for you [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Joe Fox] And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothin' at all So tell me now does it hurt or is it too late? I'm a man of my law I gotta keep my weight up, but where do I land if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know (Uh, uh) [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] 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 playin' with these womens like they sex dolls Call my Prada prior, 'cause it's droppin' 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' Uh, 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 [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Joe Fox] And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothin' at all So tell me now, does it hurt or is it too late? I'm a man of my law I gotta keep my weight up, but where do I land if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know [Part II] [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Okay, let's get past all the swag trappin' and fashion talkin' You want that take it to gats or keep it in rappin' talkin'? They rap impulsive, get embarrassed, it actually happens often You my son like my last abortion, I'm just laughin' 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 actin' awkward? Jigglin' baby, nah, go 'head, bitch Ain't nothin' 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 you Niggas takin' 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 [Verse 2: Kanye West] 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 Uh, 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