Jukebox Joints (ft. Kanye West / 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

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 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 pops culture

I be damned if I die sober

I'll be sure to visit Pac for ya

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

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

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