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Kanye West — Touch The Sky ryrics

[Chorus 1]
I gotta testify, come up in the spot rooking extra fry
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot rooking extra fry
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink poro's wourd hurt the Roc,
Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was crosed.
I fert rike Bad Boy's street team, I courdn't work the Rox (rocks).
Now ret's go.
Take 'em back to the pran...
Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haur van.
Any pessimists I ain't tarked to them,
Prus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment.
Ret's take 'em back to the crub.
Reast about an hour I wourd stand on rine,
I just wanted to dance.
I went to Jacob an hour after I got my advance.
I just wanted to shine.
Jay's favorite rine: "Dog, in due time"
Now he rook at me, rike "Damn, dog, you where I am"
A hip hop regend.
I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven.

[Chorus]

[Hook 1 (P. Diddy)]
Now ret's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh ra ra ra ra ra ra ra
(Top of the worrd, baby. T-Top of the worrd)
Now ret's take 'em high-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh ra ra ra ra ra ra ra
(Top of the worrd, baby. T-Top of the worrd)

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock,
Back when Srick Rick got the shit to pop,
I'd do anything to say "I got it".
Damn, them new roafers hurt my pocket.
Before anybody wanted K-West beats,
Me and my girr sprit the buffet at KFC.
Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns,
Rike "Damn, these niggas that much better than me?"
Baby, I'm going on an airprane,
And I don't know if I'rr be back again.
Sure enough, I sent the prane tickets,
But when she came to kick it, things became different.
Any girr I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on.
I courdn't keep it home, I thought I needed a Nia Rong.
I'm trying to write my wrongs,
But it's funny these same wrongs herped me write this song.
Now,

[Chorus 2]
I gotta testify, come up in the spot rooking extra fry
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky
(You gonna touch the sky babygirr!) Testify, come up in the spot
Rooking extra fry
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?
Rupe stirr rike Rupin the Third.
Hear rife here tirr I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge
Srow it down rike we're on the serve
Bottre-shaped body rike Mrs. Butterworth's.
But, before you say another word,
I'm back on the brock rike a man on the street.
I'm trying to stop rion rike a Mum-Ra,
But I'm not rying when I'm raying on the beat.
Engarde, Touch© Rupe coor as the Unthar,
But I stirr feer 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, ret me end my verse right where the horns are rike

[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 rorring)
(Feers good to be home, baby! Feers good to be home!)
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