Cifra de Touch The Sky - Kanye West
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[Chorus]
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Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
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Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
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[Verse 1]
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
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Any pessimists, I ain't talk to them
Plus I ain't have no phone in my apart-a-ment
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Least about an 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
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Jay favorite line: "Dawg, in due time!"
Now he look at me, like, "Damn, dawg! You where I am!"
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I think I died in that accident, ‘cause this must be Heaven
[Chorus]
F#m7 Em7
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
F#m7 Bm
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Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
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[Post-Chorus]
Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh
(Top of the world, baby, top top of the world!)
A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh
(Top of the world, baby, on top of the world!)
Now let's take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh
(Top of the world, baby, top top of the world!)
A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh
(Top of the world, baby, on top of the world!)
[Verse 2]
Back when Gucci was the shit to rock
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop
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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
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Like "Man, these niggas that much better than me?"
Baby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane
And I don't know if I'll be back again
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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
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right my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now
[Chorus]
F#m7 Em7
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
F#m7 Bm
You gon' touch the sky, baby girl, testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
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[Verse 3]
Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third?
Lupe steal like Lupin the 3rd
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Here like ear 'til I'm beer on the curb
Peachfuzz buzz but beard on the verge
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Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth
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I'm back on the block like I'm layin' on the street
I'm tryna stop lyin' like I'm Mumm-Ra
But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat, en garde
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But I still feel possessed as a gun charge
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In a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car
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Now let me end my verse right where the horns are, like uh
[Chorus]
F#m7 Em7
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
F#m7 Bm
You gon' touch the sky, baby girl, testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
F#m7 Bm
[Outro]
We back at home, baby!
Sky high, I’m, I’m sky high!
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I’m, I’m sky high!
I’m, I’m sky high!
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I’m, I’m sky high!
I’m, I’m sky high!
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Uh, feels good to be home, baby!
Feels good to be home!
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