Touch The Sky - French Montana/John Legend (约翰·传奇)/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Karim Kharbouch

Composed by：Karim Kharbouch

Fresh out the gate

We gon' flood 'em

You know what it is

Hitmaka

It's that Morrocan Sahara desert where the ocean at

Sound

Montana Romano

Turn it up 'til you can't turn

Han ayy

I'm past different

Different

Five b***hes I Saks Fifth 'em

They smoke w**d but that Morrocan hash different

Ha

Glass box to glass whippin'

Skrr

One of one bag different

Born Muslim but the tag Christian

Golden beach mansion

Mansion

2002 Steve Francis

Too hard for your weak glances

They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada

Jada

And when they drop the bond I'ma free the Wave up

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I cop crabs by the kilometers cruisin' through Medina

Medina

Black hawk risin' like the phoenix

The phoenix

Six feet it don't get more under

'Til then glass floors with the pitbulls under

Competition full of tricks and bundles

Tricks and bundles

That's a sport

Sport

Couldn't beat us in the streets so they won in court

Don't get me started

Started

My crib decarted

Decarted

From New York but ain't no squares in my garden

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ha

Yeah don't it feel like

Like

The rain's on my side

Side

'Cause when it feels right

Right

My hands touch the sky

Sky

Pardon my high

High

Pardon the mood

Mood

Pardon while I touch the sky

Pardon my high

High

Pardon the mood

Mood Double M

Pardon my vibe

The Greatest M M Maybach Music

Meditate back on these clowns my head in the clouds

Whoever did me foul sure regrettin' now

Huh

I play the music loud when I'm d**kin her down

I decorate the crib they call it nostalgia

I bet the way I live they find it arousin

It is what it is impeccable housin

Water blue champagne

Huh

Not with the jake I'm with a duffel on my campaign

Ha

Fast money still I suffer from my lack of patience

Back to basics broke n***as vaccinations

Me and French Hall of Fame comin' off the bench

What

A Richard Millie new McLaren and the baddest b***h

Huh

My doors butterfly for the summertime

The Biggest

Top floor of the when she one of mine

Ooh

The lobsters ravioli and that's for the guys

Hey yeah yeah yeah

That's the sunset my hitters on the rise

Yeah don't it feel like

Like

The rain's on my side

Side

'Cause when it feels right

Right

My hands touch the sky

Sky

Pardon my high

High

Pardon the mood

Mood

Pardon while I touch the sky

Pardon my high

High

Pardon the mood

Mood

Pardon my vibe

Vibe

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

It feel good don't it

Oh oh oh ooh woah

Yeah it feel good don't it

Don't it feel like

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh