paroles de chanson Touch The Sky - Live - Abbey Road Studios - Lupe Fiasco , Kanye West
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
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