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playboi carti - sky lyrics

[intro]
what? what? what? what?
i’m so high, man, i can’t even feel sh+t

[chorus]
i told my boy go roll like (what?) ten blunts for me (alright)
i told my boy go roll like (what?) ten blunts for me
i’m trying to get high til’ (what?) i can’t feel nothing (woah)
i’m trying to get high til’ (what?) i can’t feel nothing (woah)
i can fall out the sky and i still won’t feel nothing (slatt, slatt)
i can fall out the sky and i still won’t feel nothing
i’m way too high (yeah, what?), woah woah (d+mn)
i’m way too high, woah woah
i’m way too high (yeah, what?), woah woah (yeah)
i’m way too high (yeah, yeah), woah woah
i’m way too high (woah)

[verse 1]
wake up (yeah, wake up)
it’s the first of the month (slatt, slatt)
i brush my t++th and count up (woah, what, slatt)
i let my b+tch roll my blunt (woah, slatt)
i’m bout to dirty my cup (woah, what?)
pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up)
i make her scream when we f+ck (slatt, scream)
i don’t drive r8s, i don’t like those
i drive the daytona and i tinted the windows (what?)
can’t f+ck with n0body, not even my shadow
i got on ed hardy, she got on stilеttos
she my best friend, yеah we not a couple (slatt)
she a rockstar, she a s+x symbol
the way she do that sh+t, she make it look simple (what? what?)
the way she do that sh+t, she make it look simple (what? what?)
baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what, what)
baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, yeah)
tell me everybody you touched in this room (ooh, ooh)
i gotta know who you f+ck, f+cked in this room (ooh, what? what?)
i gotta know who you f+cked in this room (huh, oh)
i gotta know who you f+cked in this room (yeah)
[verse 2]
can’t trust no b+tch (what? yeah), can’t trust these n+ggas (bih)
in love with my money, in love with my pistols
in love with my b+tch, i think she my b+tch (woah, bih)
i know she suck d+ck, i know she not sh+t (woah, what?)
i been thinking ’bout it, finna cut off that b+tch (what?, what?)
she don’t cook, she don’t clean, but she want ruth chris (what?, what?)
i don’t even like to hug (what?, what?), i don’t even like to kiss
i just pat her on the ass, and tell her “good sh+t”
i just walked in my pad (slatt), paparazzi at the fitz
i’m ’bout to pour up some red (red)
and shawty gon’ roll up some sh+t (what?, slatt, slatt)
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?)

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