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

Jukebox Joints
Kanye West, A$AP Rocky, Joe Fox
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[Chorus: Joe Fox]
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.

[Verse 1: ASAP 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 yo ass is actin'.”
I'm trippin' off the acid, now yo ass is lookin' massive,
This ain't the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swaggin',
This that dark house party with this record blastin',
Rollin' spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace,
When I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and some mean huaraches.
I'm all alone, though, mood music makes me bop slower,
Trippin' on how I shifted pop culture,
Changed hip-hop on ya, smokin' like a rasta was my pops culture,
I'll be damned if I die sober.
I'll be sure to visit Pac for ya.

[Chorus: Joe Fox]
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.

[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
And shout-out's my pretty womens in the spot tonight,
Let ‘em see them fuckin' hands!
And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Jeeps,
Lex coupes, and the Beamers, 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',
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 And Prosper, stupid,
Even Montell can't tell you how we do it.
Sit back and watch me do it.

[Chorus: Joe Fox]
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.

[Verse 3: ASAP 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 rappin' bars, it get embarrassed, it actually happens often,
You my son like my last abortion, I'm just laughin' off it,
I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah, I'm that important,
You jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all both actin' awkward.
Jigglin', baby, nah, go ahead, bitch,
Ain't nothing better than the pretty big forehead bitch,
Listen close, I got some shit to tell you, mothafuckas 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, ay, just play it like I didn't tell ya.
Niggas takin' pictures anytime we get together,
And hope to fly away one day just like some love birds,
Only one word I'm afraid of is the "love" word.

[Verse 4: 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.
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,
Ay, 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!

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