paroles de chanson Touch The Sky - Cam'ron feat. Wiz Khalifa & Smoke DZA
You
got
to
love
the
guy
In
God
I
trust,
he
trusts
in
I
When
I
get
high
it
feel
like
I
(touch
the
sky)
And
yeah
I
dress
to
kill
I
make
it
so
you
dressed
to
die,
bless
the
guy
If
he
try
and
take
the
stand
and
(testify)
Yeah
buddy
boy
turn
him
into
Buddy
Lee
With
four
dirty
niggas
in
some
ugly
tee's
(na-na-na)
And
despite
figures,
you
can't
fight
triggas
Drunk
off
light
liquor
light
niggas
In
the
wintertime
but
I
got
the
drop
warm
Snowin'
out
showin'
out,
the
top
gone
(na-na-na)
I
do
what
I
have
to
do
They
say
"you
little
bastard
you"
"Look
man
they
all
gonna
laugh
at
you"
You
wifed
it
in
public
Fuck
it,
you
like
it,
I
love
it
Butt
disgustin',
I'm
disgusted,
don't
wanna
discuss
it
Look
me
eye-to-eye,
we
could
go
eye-for-eye
But
pardon,
I'm
puffin'
on
(la-la-la)
Reach
out
and
(touch
the
sky)
Look
up
and
(touch
the
sky)
Smoke
a
blunt
and
(touch
the
sky)
Can
anybody
(testify)
We
just
doin'
what
we
usually
do
Nah
Cam,
I
can
tell
they
ain't
used
to
you
Pounds
on
the
floor,
guns
on
the
wall
If
there's
money
to
make
then
I'm
makin'
a
call
Blood
on
my
chain,
weed
in
the
jar
Weed
in
the
air,
2 pits
in
the
yard
Handlin'
biz,
cameras
all
over
the
crib
You
broke
and
can't
stand
it
To
count
this
much
money
you
need
enough
stamina
Some
went
to
Stanford,
I
grew
up
on
Cam
and
them
Makin'
this
money
and
makin'
it
fast
Rollin'
a
joint
and
I'm
makin'
it
last
Reppin'
my
Gang,
ain't
no
fakin'
it
Drivin'
my
car
like
it
ain't
got
no
brakes
in
it
Now
both
my
cribs
got
a
safe
in
it
Had
my
own
swag,
you
start
takin'
it
Rollin'
one
up
and
I'm
facin'
it
Got
so
much
juice
you
could
taste
the
shit
Shout
out
to
Juicy
J
He
rock
them
Louis
shades
We
all
get
stupid
paid
I
ball,
let's
hoop
today
Got
one,
need
two
of
them
rings
Look
at
me,
see
I'm
doin'
my
thing
I'm
just
tryna
up
my
sushi
game
Old
school
shit,
you's
a
lame
Reach
out
and
(touch
the
sky)
Look
up
and
(touch
the
sky)
Smoke
a
blunt
and
(touch
the
sky)
Can
anybody
(testify)
We
just
doin'
what
we
usually
do
Nah
Cam,
I
can
tell
they
ain't
used
to
you
Shit,
I'm
extra
high
Fuck
it,
where's
the
pesticides
Dibble
out
the
bag,
put
the
rest
aside
Fonzarelli
flow,
the
cool'll
never
die
Ask
me
if
i'm
stoned,
when
am
I
ever
not?
Rollin'
up,
you
tryna
hit
this
L'
or
nah?
Coped
another
Rollie,
I
was
pressed
for
time
TNT
pullin'
up,
but
we
don't
talk
to
swine
Send
the
corner
pies,
hustler
since
[?]
Breakin'
nights,
blowin'
blunts
on
Morningside
While
you
was
in
the
nosebleeds
at
the
Drake
& Wayne
tour
I
was
Hitler
with
the
pounds,
got
like
8 off
Eatin',
clean
the
plate
off,
cause
they
lost
First
class
nigga,
make
a
flight
before
the
takeoff
Fuck
a
label,
'less
it's
Black
Label
Indie
nigga
but
I'm
that
major
It's
still
fuck
the
other
side,
never
lettin'
nothin'
ride
Roofless
shit,
roof
the
bitch,
see
if
she
can
(touch
the
sky)
Reach
out
and
(touch
the
sky)
Look
up
and
(touch
the
sky)
Smoke
a
blunt
and
(touch
the
sky)
Can
anybody
(testify)
We
just
doin'
what
we
usually
do
Nah
Cam,
I
can
tell
they
ain't
used
to
you
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