I gotta testify, I'm up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, I'm 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 an hour I stand on line
I just wanted to dance, I went to Jaboc 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, I'm up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, I'm up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Now let's take them high
(Top of the world baby, top, top of the world)
A-la-la-la-lah-la-lah
(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)
A-la-la-la-lah-la-lah
(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 aeroplane
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 home, thought I needed a Nia Long
I'm tryin' to right 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 steal like Lupin the 3rd
Here like air 'til I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but bid 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 layin' 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
Engarde, or touche', Lupe cool as the under
But I still feel possessed as a gun charge

To cum 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

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
Uh, feels good to be home baby
Feels good to be home
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Touch The Sky Ft. Lupe Fiasco Lyrics