Sky (Explicit)

Sky (Explicit) - Playboi Carti

Lyrics by：Jordan Carter/Jung Yean Cho

Composed by：Jordan Carter/Jung Yean Cho

Produced by：Art Dealer

What? What? What? What?

I'm so high man I can't even feel ****

I told my boy "Go roll like ten blunts for me"

What? Roll ten what?

I told my boy "Go roll like ten blunts for me"

What? What? What? Roll ten

I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin'

Woah what? What? What?

I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin'

Woah what? What? What? Let's go

I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'

What? What? What? Slatt slatt

I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'

Woah what? What? What?

I'm way too high

Yeah what?

Woah

High

Woah

Yeah

I'm way too high

Yeah what?

Woah woah

Yeah

I'm way too high

Yeah what?

Woah

Yeah

Woah

Yeah

I'm way too high

Yeah yeah

Woah

Yeah

Woah

Yeah

I'm way too high

Yeah woah

Wake up

Wake up wake up woah

It's the first of the month

Slatt slatt slatt slatt

I brush my teeth and count up

What? Slatt slatt slatt slatt woah

I let my ***** roll my blunt

Woah slatt slatt

I'm 'bout to dirty my cup

Woah yeah ***** woah woah what?

Pour up some lean and get stuck

Pour it up pour it up pour it up what?

I make her scream when we ****

Slatt scream suck it

I don't drive R8s I don't like those

Woah huh chop it and slidе

I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows

Yeah skrrt

Can't **** with nobody

What?

Not even my shadow

Yeah no one

I got on Ed Hardy

What? What? What? What? What?

She got on stilettos

What?

She my best friend

What? What?

Yeah we not a couple

What? What?

She a rockstar

What? What? What?

She a sex symbol

What? What? What? Let's go

The way she do that ****

What? What? What?

She make it look simple

What? What?

The way she do that ****

What? What? What?

She make it look simple

What? What?

Baby tell me what you wanna do

Yeah what? Wanna do

Baby tell me everybody you screw

Yeah who? Who? Yeah

Tell me everybody you took to this room

Who? Who? Who?

I gotta know who you **** ****** in this room

Baby who? Who?

I gotta know who you ****** in this room

Yeah who? Who? Who?

I gotta know who you ****** in this room

Bih' who?

Can't trust no *****

What? Bih' bih'

Can't trust these niggas

Bih bih'

Yeah in love with my money

What? In love with my money

In love with my pistols

In love with that pistol

In love with my *****

Love with my *****

I think she my *****

I think she my *****

I know she suck ****

I know she suck **** blatt

I know she not ****

I know she not **** huh huh

I been thinkin' 'bout it

Been thinkin' 'bout it yeah yeah

Finna cut off that *****

Finna cut off that ***** what? What?

She don't cook she don't clean

Damn what? What?

But she want Ruth Chris

Slatt slatt

I don't even like to hug

To hug hug

I don't even like to kiss

Slatt slatt

I just pat her on the ***

What? What?

And tell her "Good ****"

Slatt what?

I just walked in my pad

Slatt

Paparazzi at the fence

Slatt

I'm 'bout to pour up some red

Red

And shawty gon' roll up some ****

What? Slatt slatt and shawty gon'

And shawty gon' roll up some ****

Slatt

I'm 'bout to pour up some red

What?

And shawty gon' roll up some ****

What?

I told my boy "Go roll like ten blunts for me"

Alright what?

I told my boy "Go roll like ten blunts for me"

What? What? What?

I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin'

Woah what? What? What?

I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin'

Woah what? What? Slatt

I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'

What? What? What? Slatt slatt

I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'

Woah what? Slatt slatt

I'm way too high

Yeah what?

Woah

Blatt

Woah

Yeah

I'm way too high

Yeah woah

Woah woah woah

What?

I'm way too high

Yeah woah

Woah woah woah

What?

I'm way too high

Yeah yeah huh?

Woah woah woah

What?

I'm way too high

What? What? What?

What? What? What?

I'm so high man I can't even feel ****