[Verse 1: XV]
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Uh, sun in my eyes, cause I'm lookin so high up
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My zipper must be down the way a nigga bout to fly up
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Labels coming after X, wise up
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They was all catching Zzzzz's, G's, my luck
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I'm doing everything they tried to told me not to
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Got up on the roof and told my momma, "Yo, I got to"
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I was like Sputnik 1, I went to space first
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Now I'm on this roof just hopin that this red cape works
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Patient with a city on my back and now the weight hurts
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Jumping, you gon' jump it, just look up and don't go face first
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Definition of a BOSS, see what I can make work
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Momma said, "Ok, make sure you do it in your play shirt"
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Flier guys with theme songs for the evening
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X-Box addiction, I want my achievements
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Now I'm on a journey, I don't stop believing
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On my tippy toes for the globe that I'm reaching
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[Chorus: x2]
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This is what I do, like I always wanted
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I'm about to climb to the top of the roof
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I'm about to fly, look what I can do
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I'm about to fly off the top of the roof
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[Verse 2: XV]
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Yea, where the clouds nearly touch you
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The young dude that kids would literally look up to
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They see that roof so high, look how I climbed it
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Charlie Green envious, I think that he's a giant
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Haters got quiet, heard the noise that I was making
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Girls started eying, when they heard that I was taken
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That hotel room, vacant
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Feel like they the roughest, stay away from them temptations
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So my grind I'm, staying away from a vacation
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My time line, it's history in the making,
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There's a fine line, between you and me, and I'm a bold point
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Cause that model that your twitter follows is my old joint
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It's the tip of the iceberg, and that's the whole point
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Young man, old mind, in a grown voice
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I'm in the sky like there's no choice
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And I'm going down, babayy no Rolls Royce
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[Chorus]
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Top Of The Roof
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