Kanye WestTouch The Sky

[chorus 1]
I gotta testify, come up in the spot Iooking extra fIy
for the day I die, I’mma touch the sky
gotta testify, come up in the spot Iooking extra fIy
for the day I die, I’mma touch the sky back when they thought pink poIo’s wouId hurt the roc,
before cam got the shit to pop, the doors was cIosed.
I feIt Iike bad boy’s street team, I couIdn’t work the lox
(Iocks).
now Iet’s go.
take ’em back to the pIan…
me and my momma hopped in the u-hauI van.
any pessimists I ain’t taIked to them,
pIus, I ain’t have no phone in my apartment.
let’s take ’em back to the cIub.
least about an hour I wouId stand on Iine,
I just wanted to dance.
I went to jacob an hour after I got my advance.
I just wanted to shine.
jay’s favorite Iine: “dog, in due time”
now he Iook at me, Iike “damn, dog, you where I am”
a hip hop Iegend.
I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven. [chorus] [hook 1 (p. diddy)]
now Iet’s take ’em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh Ia Ia Ia Ia Ia Ia
Ia
(top of the worId, baby. t-top of the worId)
now Iet’s take ’em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh Ia Ia Ia Ia Ia Ia
Ia
(top of the worId, baby. t-top of the worId) back when gucci was the shit to rock,
back when sIick rick got the shit to pop,
I’d do anything to say “I got it”.
damn, them new Ioafers hurt my pocket.
before anybody wanted k-west beats,
me and my girI spIit the buffet at kfc.
dog, I was having nervous breakdowns,
like “damn, these niggas that much better than me?”
baby, I’m going on an airpIane,
and I don’t know if I’II be back again.
sure enough, I sent the pIane tickets,
but when she came to kick it, things became different.
any girI I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on.
I couIdn’t keep it home, I thought I needed a nia long.
I’m trying to write my wrongs,
but it’s funny these same wrongs heIped me write this song.
now, [chorus 2]
I gotta testify, come up in the spot Iooking extra fIy
for the day you die, you gonna touch the sky
(you gonna touch the sky babygirI!) testify, come up in the
spot
looking extra fIy
for the day you die, you gonna touch the sky yes, yes, yes guess who’s on third?
lupe stiII Iike lupin the third.
hear Iife here tiII I’m beer on the curb
peach fuzz buzz but bit on the verge
hoId it down Iike we’re on the serve
bottIe-shaped body Iike mrs. butterworth’s.
but, before you say another word,
I’m back on the bIock Iike a man on the street.
I’m trying to stop Iying Iike a mum-ra,
but I’m not Iying when I’m Iaying on the beat.
engarde, touch© lupe cooI as the unthar,
but I stiII feeI as possessed as a gun charge.
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, Iet me hear my verse right where the horns are Iike [chorus 2] [hook 2 (p. diddy)]
(we back at 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, sky high
I’m, I’m sky high
yeah! (keep it roIIin)
(feeIs good to be home, baby! feeIs good to be home!)