Sky Karaoke - Playboi Carti

This title is a cover of Sky as made famous by Playboi Carti

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 140 BPM

In the same key as the original: Dm

Duration: 03:14 - Preview at: 02:29

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2020
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Jung Yean Cho, Playboi Carti

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Lyrics Sky

I told my boy Go roll like ten blunts for me
I told my boy Go roll like ten blunts for me
I'm tryna get high 'till I can't feel nothin'
I'm tryna get high 'till I can't feel nothin'
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'
I'm way too high
Woah woah
I'm way too high
Woah woah woah
I'm way too high
Woah woah woah
I'm way too high
Woah woah woah
I'm way too high
Wake up
It's the first of the month
I brush my teeth and count up
I let my bitch roll my blunt
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup
Pour up some lean and get stuck
I make her scream when we fuck
I don't drive R-Eights
I don't like those
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows
Can't fuck with nobody not even my shadow
I got on Ed Hardy
She got on stilettos
She my best friend
Yeah we not a couple
She a rock star
She a sex symbol
The way she do that shit she make it look simple
The way she do that shit she make it look simple
Baby tell me what you wanna do
Baby tell me everybody you screw
Tell me everybody you took to this room
I gotta know who you fuck
Fucked in this room
I gotta know who you fucked in this room
I gotta know who you fucked in this room
Can't trust no bitch
Can't trust these niggas
In love with my money
In love with my pistols
In love with my bitch
I think she my bitch
I know she suck dick
I know she not shit
I been thinkin' 'bout it
Finna cut off that bitch
She don't cook, she don't clean but she want Ruth Chris
I don't even like to hug
I don't even like to kiss
I just pat her on the ass and tell her Good shit
I just walked in my pad
Paparazzi at the fence
I'm 'bout to pour up some red and shawty gon' roll up some shit
And shawty gon' roll up some shit
I'm 'bout to pour up some red
I told my boy Go roll like ten blunts for me
I told my boy Go roll like ten blunts for me
I'm tryna get high 'till I can't feel nothin'
I'm tryna get high 'till I can't feel nothin'
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin'
I'm way too high
Woah woah
I'm way too high
Woah woah woah
I'm way too high
Woah woah woah
I'm way too high
Woah woah woah
I'm way too high

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