Jukebox Joints (feat. Joe Fox x Kanye West)

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 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, 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, you know And shout-outs my pretty women 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 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' 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 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 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 abortion, I'm just laughing 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 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 familliar 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 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 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 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, hashtag #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