Jukebox Joints Lyrics - At.long.last.a$ap - Asap Rocky

And I'm a man of my word, that I [?] 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're never having 

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 about it makes better practice 

Good excuse for my absence like "Flacko where your ass been?" 

Heard you down 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 [?] 

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 pops culture 

I be damned if I die sober 

I'll be sure to visit Pac for ya 

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And I'm a man of my word, that I [?] 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 

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 women like they're sex dolls 

Call my Prada prior, cause it's dropping next fall 

Don't you [?], 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 striving, prosperous [?] 

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 [?] 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 often 

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 beloved 

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 

Ay 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