33 lyrics for "Way up to the sky"

Let's cry for this bad man Well, you treat me right baby, I'll treat you right That's the way it's supposed to be I put my faith down in my friend And he almost put an end to me I wrote a song for the bad man Well he walks so tall to be so small Never
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Last of a dyin' breed Oh, feel the breeze, I've been around playin' and gamblin' but lord I'm free An open highway's all I'll ever need I hear that highway callin'! Saddle up baby, ride up close to me Last of the dyin' breed Got a pocket full of memories
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Boy it's good to know I got a bud like you Way up, way up Way up to the sky When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high Way up to the moon Kicking in the basement To pick me way up, way up Enough, enough Hating all the same things too
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Man the whole damn fam gon' touch the sky with me Touch the sky with me, touch the sky with me Tell me how that shit taste Only squad in it cause they solvin' me In the mob goin' up cause they go hard for me Yeah the only way is up, y'all gon' ball with
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Kiss the ski-i-i-i-i-i-ies, the sky Kiss the sky-y-y-y-y-y-y See I've been searchin' for somethin' out there When is it comin'? Tell me What to tell myself When I drink so much that it hurts my health 'Cause I stay up way too late And I owe a million
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Too be the north star in the dark night sky I'll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up) 'Cause I'll be high up in the sky And I'll always be there, I will always be there Yes, I could die To be the north star in the dark night sky Shit got
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Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
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Catch the wind, see us spin But the wind won't blow You really shouldn't go That you will be mine By takin' our time, ooh Sail away, leave today Way up high in the sky, hey whoa Only goes to show And if I say to you tomorrow
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Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene? (Uh) You called to see if I was home then Sleeping in, get boring, uh My landlord tripping off my speakers 'cause the low end You pull up with no warning, uh This the season for us growing Let's go deep
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