Sky (Remix) lyrics

Playboi Carti

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse]
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 b*t*h roll my blunt (Woah, slatt, slatt)
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (Woah, yeah, b*t*h, 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 f**k (Slatt, scream, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't likе those (Woah, huh, chop it and slide)
I drive thе Daytona and I tinted the windows (Yeah, skrrt)
Can't f**k 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 sh*t (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
The way she do that sh*t (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 f**k, f**ked in this room (Baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f**ked in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f**ked in this room (Bih', who?)
Can't trust no b*t*h (What? Bih', bih'), can't trust these n***as (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 b*t*h (Love with my b*t*h), I think she my b*t*h (I think she my b*t*h)
I know she suck d**k (I know she suck d**k, blatt), I know she not sh*t (I know she not sh*t, huh, huh)
I been thinkin' 'bout it (Been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that b*t*h (Finna cut off that b*t*h, 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 ass (What? What?), and tell her, "Good sh*t" (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 sh*t (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some sh*t (Slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon' roll up some sh*t (What?)

[Chorus]
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?)

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