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Kanye West( Kanye Omari West )
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Touch_The_Sky_(Feat_Lupe_Fiasco)
Kanye West F I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Back when they thought pink polos would hurt the Roc Before Cam got the shit to pop The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team I couldn't work the Lox, now let's go
Take 'em back to the plan Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haul van Any pessimists, I ain't talked to them Plus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment, man
Let's take 'em back to the club Least about a hour I stand on line I just wanted to dance I went to Jacob a hour after I got my advance
I just wanted to shine Jay's favorite line 'Dog, in due time' Now he look at me, like, 'Damn, dog, you where I am' A hip hop legend, I think I died in an accident 'Cause this must be heaven
I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly For the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Now let's take 'em high, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Now let's take 'em high, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Back when Gucci was the shit to rock Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop I'd do anything to say I got it Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket
Before anybody wanted K West beats Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns Like 'Man, these niggas that much better than me?'
Baby, I'm going on an aeroplane And I don't know if I'll be back again Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets But when she came to kick it, things became different
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on I couldn't keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Long I'm trying to write my wrongs, but it's funny them same wrongs Helped me write this song, now
I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly For the day you die, you gonna touch the sky You gonna touch the sky, babygirl Testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly For the day you die, you gonna touch the sky
Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third? Lupe still like Lupin' the Third Hear life here, till I'm beer on the curb Peach fuzz buzz, but bit on the verge
Slow it down like we were on the serve Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth But, before you say another word I'm back on the block like a man on the street
I'm trying to stop lying like a Mum-Ra When I'm not lying, when I'm layin' on the beat Engarde, touché, Lupe, cool as the Unthar But I still feel as possessed as a gun shot
I come as correct as a porn star In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car So, I represent the first Now, let me hear my verse right, where the horns are like
I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly For the day you die, you gonna touch the sky You gonna touch the sky, babygirl Testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly For the day you die, you gonna touch the sky
Sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high I'm, I'm sky high Sky, sky high I'm, I'm sky high
Yeah, keep it rollin', yeah Feels good to be home, baby, feels good to be home
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