Lyrics Touch the Sky (Radio Edit) - Kanye West
I
gotta
testify
Come
up
in
the
spot
lookin'
extra
fly
Fore
the
day
I
die,
I'mma
touch
the
sky
Gotta
testify
Come
up
in
the
spot
lookin'
extra
fly
'Fore
the
day
I
die,
I'mma
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
apart-a-ment
Let's
take
'em
back
to
the
club
Least
about
an
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
where
I
am!"
A
hip-hop
legend,
I
think
I
died
In
that
accident,
cause
this
must
be
heaven
I
gotta
testify
Come
up
in
the
spot
lookin'
extra
fly
Fore
the
day
I
die,
I'mma
touch
the
sky
Gotta
testify
Come
up
in
the
spot
lookin'
extra
fly
'Fore
the
day
I
die,
I'mma
touch
the
sky
Now
let's
take
them
high
(Top
of
the
world
baby)
(Top
top
of
the
world)
La
la
la
(Top
of
the
world
baby)
(On
top
of
the
world)
Now
let's
take
them
high
(Top
of
the
world
baby)
(Top
top
of
the
world)
La
la
la
(Top
of
the
world
baby)
(On
top
of
the
world)
Back
when
Gucci
was
the
shit
to
rock
Back
when
Slick
Rick
had
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
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
trying
to
right
my
wrongs
But
it's
funny
them
same
wrongs
helped
me
write
this
song
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
steal
like
Lupin
the
3rd
Here
like
ear
'til
I'm
beer
on
the
curb
Peachfuzz
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
I'm
laying
on
the
street
I'm
trying
to
stop
"lion"
like
I'm
Mumm-Ra
But
I'm
not
lyin'
when
I'm
laying
on
the
beat
En
garde,
or
touché,
Lupe
cool
as
the
unthawed
But
I
still
feel
possessed
as
a
gun
charge
Come
as
correct
as
a
porn
star
In
a
fresh
pair
steps
in
my
best
foreign
car
So,
I
represent
the
first
Now
let
me
end
my
verse
right
where
the
horns
are
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
back
at
home,
baby!
Sky
high,
I'm,
I'm
sky
high!
Yeah,
feels
good
to
be
home,
baby!
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