Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Touch The Sky, artist - Ghetts. Date of issue: 26.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Touch The Sky |
| Aha |
| The sky’s the limit, yeah? |
| I must be in space |
| G-H (Touch the sky) |
| (Touch the sky) |
| Give me the mic a minute |
| I swear the sky’s the limit and I (Touch the sky) |
| I ain’t R. Kelly but I believe I can fly |
| I believe I can (Touch the sky) |
| Tomorrow ain’t promised, so, whatever it brings |
| I’ll spread out my wings and I’ll (Touch the sky) |
| Defy gravity, life’s agony but I’m in the right category |
| I was on the path of destruction |
| I was schooled on a class of corruption |
| Now it’s nothing but bars and production |
| And when it comes to bars, I’m a drunken |
| I’m even a star out in London |
| Fuck the past that last a |
| I used to do moves on a |
| Now I got a bright future ahead |
| I refuse to be lead |
| Back to the screws and the pen |
| But I got a few loose on my head |
| Still I’ma see this through to the end |
| I’ve come too far, it’s all real what I’m spitting now |
| I ain’t kicking out like a Kung-Fu star |
| I’m a young new star, truly I’m able |
| And now I bring something new to the table |
| Some do laugh but I’m married to the game |
| And truly, I’m faithful |
| Even though I might fuck her for now |
| I come back and fuck up a show |
| I got the youts going able |
| Music, we can use it |
| To make the community stable |
| Failers, that’s what we’re usually labeled |
| I’m from where deaths are usually fatal |
| You’ll get left with a hole like a bagel |
| (Touch the sky) |
| Give me the mic a minute |
| I swear the sky’s the limit and I (Touch the sky) |
| I ain’t R. Kelly but I believe I can fly |
| I believe I can (Touch the sky) |
| Tomorrow ain’t promised, so, whatever it brings |
| I’ll spread out my wings and I’ll (Touch the sky) |
| Defy gravity, life’s agony but I’m in the right category |
| I’m halfway there (Halfway there) |
| To the top but the stars ain’t rare |
| And you could never say that my chance ain’t near |
| I can sell, it ain’t nothing but Plais in here |
| You’re on the same track but you can’t change here |
| One wish, one hit, that’s an |
| When you’re hot on the street, watch how fast they care |
| They’re taking half but half ain’t fair |
| It feels like you’re moving but you’re not |
| It’s like you’re in an arcade, car game chair |
| My bars ain’t air |
| So who are they to say I can’t be bigger than USA today? |
| Don’t be mad because you became a waste |
| You knew you were meant to break |
| And throw away your fame |
| Are you ashamed to face the new |
| I do it eight to eight, can you relate? |
| I got the best hits, nobody closest |
| Ain’t no gun, it’s a mag, you debate |
| I’m trying to get my hands through the gate |
| So if you see me with a CD |
| I’ll take twenty like a brand new |
| How can you retain when I plan to be paid? |
| Book flats and take my whole family away |
| So cold, you might as well hand me the game |
| (Touch the sky) |
| Give me the mic a minute |
| I swear the sky’s the limit and I (Touch the sky) |
| I ain’t R. Kelly but I believe I can fly |
| I believe I can (Touch the sky) |
| Tomorrow ain’t promised, so, whatever it brings |
| I’ll spread out my wings and I’ll (Touch the sky) |
| Defy gravity, life’s agony but I’m in the right category |
| It’s just a matter of time |
| No doubt, I’ve got the gift |
| They can’t stop the kid |
| I got the whole town locked to this |
| So, please tell me what the problem is |
| Breaking the US |
| Behind, still chasing the US |
| Look, I be the boy from London |
| Don’t care where you’re from |
| You couldn’t bring your boys, I’ll done them |
| That’s then done, because I’m a don for them |
| Now you’re like, look what I done to them |
| Come again? |
| That’s them done, beat like 10−1 |
| More like 10-none |
| That’s red rum, plus I kept it respectable |
| I ain’t even get mums but if it gets done |
| Who can’t get guns? |
| Better be sensible |
| You don’t wanna be a vegetable |
| I’ll leave your boys like «let's run» |
| Everybody’s dispensable |
| You don’t wanna be the next one |
| But I can sense a fool with no sense at all |
| We can do it like set and rule |
| You’ll get sent to school |
| I’m so sure, I can bet funds |
| I’m against them all |
| They’re trying to hold me back but it won’t be that (Ever) |
| Because they ain’t got the strength to pull |
| Skinny nigga, not hench that all |
| But I’m black |
| (Touch the sky) |
| Give me the mic a minute |
| I swear the sky’s the limit and I (Touch the sky) |
| I ain’t R. Kelly but I believe I can fly |
| I believe I can (Touch the sky) |
| Tomorrow ain’t promised, so, whatever it brings |
| I’ll spread out my wings and I’ll (Touch the sky) |
| Defy gravity, life’s agony but I’m in the right category |