Kanye West Touch The Sky Lyrics

Touch The Sky Lyrics

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore 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 locks



Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan

Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van

Any pessimists I ain't talk to them

Plus I ain't have no phone in my apartment



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 an hour

After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine



Jay favorite line, dawg in due time

Now he look at me like damn dawg, you what 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 lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky



Now let's take 'em high

 (Top of the world baby, on top of the world)

(Top of the world baby, on top of the world

Now let's take 'em high

 (Top of the world baby, on top of the world)

(Top of the world baby, on top of the world



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 niggaz that much better than me?



Baby, I'm goin' on an airplane

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



Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on

Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long

I'm tryin' 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 lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky



Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third?

Lupe still like Lupin the Third

Here life here 'til I'm beer on the curb

Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge



Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup

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 tryin' to stop lyin' like I'm Mum-Ra

But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat

En garde, or touche', Lupe cool as the Unthar

But I still feel possessed as a gun charge



To come as correct as a porn star

And a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car

Self, I represent the first

Now let me end my verse right where the horns are like, uh



I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify

Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly

'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky



We take it home baby

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, uh, sky high, I'm, I'm sky high



Yeah, keep it rollin', yeah

Feels good to be home baby, feels good to be home