A$AP Rocky – West Side Highway Lyrics

A$AP Rocky – West Side Highway Lyrics

West Side Highway Lyrics by A$AP Rocky

Track 13 off Rocky’s album At.Long.Last.A$AP see’s him dealing with the glamorous side of his self-made fame, and the way in which it impacts upon his relations with women. Shouting out a number of expensive brands positions him as someone with taste and style, but he juxtaposes this with a disregard for the feelings of the women he is with, miring him in the stereotypes that follow the life of a successful rap star.

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle
Cold sweats down the handle, life’s a gamble
And she know
Love with me is like a casino, outside of Reno
A couple white lines
A cup of white wine of Pinot, Italian Grigio
House keys to P.O
Ride from overseas but that’s basic
Wasted, high on the West Side Highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover
Shame on her, make up or get a makeover
Think over, Glenfiddich start to takeover
When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain’t got a thing on her
Audemars, season order like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all
Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly
More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie
Try to scrutinize, cause I keep two inside
Suicides? No sir, hoes get the Uber ride
Or we can kiss ’til the sun come up
Or, sit on my lap ’til somethin’ come up
She ain’t really wanna club, I don’t really wanna judge
Girl just wanna have fun ’til the fun run up

[Bridge: James Fauntleroy]
On the highway to my place
It’s higher than you ever been
By to my way, be all day
Me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin’
In love, just too much, ohh

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle
Cold sweats down the handle, life’s a gamble
And she know
Love with me is like a casino, outside of Reno
A couple white lines
A cup of white wine of Pinot, Italian Grigio
House keys to P.O
Ride from overseas but that’s basic
Wasted, high on the West Side Highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it

[Bridge: James Fauntleroy]
On the highway to my place
It’s higher than you ever been
By to my way, be all day
Me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin’
In love, just too much, ohh