Touch The Sky

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 Verse 1: French Montana I'm past different Different, five bitches, I Saks Fifth 'em They smoke weed but that Morrocan hash different Ha Glass box to glass whippin' Skrrt 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 suckas sport Sport Couldn't beat us in the streets, so they won in court 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 Chorus: John Legend & Rick Ross 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 Verse 2: Rick Ross & John Legend 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 dickin' her down I decorate the crib, they call it nostalgia Oh I bet the way I live, they find it arousin' It is what it is, impeccable housin' Alkaline 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 niggas vaccinations Me and French, Hall of Fame, comin' off the bench What A Richard Millie, new McLaren and the baddest bitch 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 Chorus: John Legend 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 Outro: John Legend 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