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Testo Jukebox Joints - A$AP Rocky feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West

Testo della canzone Jukebox Joints (A$AP Rocky feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West), tratta dall'album AT.LONG.LAST.A$AP

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 (yeah), 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 - the girl with hella p-ion
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 - been?"
Heard you done with fashion, now yo' - is acting
I'm tripping off the acid, now yo' - is looking massive
This ain't - 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 - in Venice, Tommy and some -
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 who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly (uh, uh), you know
And shout-outs my pretty women in the spot tonight
Let 'em see them - hands
And for the freaks that love the - 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 playing with these womens like they're 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'
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 and Prosper, stupid
Even Montell can't tell you how he 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 who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I'm fly, you know
(Your love is mmm, mm), 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 rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often
You my son like my last -, I'm just laughing off it
I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah, I'm that important
You jack my style, she - me off, and y'all both acting awkward?
Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead -
Ain't nothing better than the pretty big forehead -
Listen close I got some - to tell you, - get familiar
It's not just model - 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
- Taking pictures any time 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
(Your love is mmm, mm), 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 needs friends
Sometimes the best advice is no advice
Especially when it's your advice, ugh!
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 - me with the polo
Ayy, -, you missed out, hashtag #Fomo
I got one child, one child
But I'm - 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



Credits
Writer(s): Che Pope, Kanye Omari West, Rakim Mayers, Che J. Pope, Joe Fox
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