Sky chords by Playboi Carti
Intro 1
Dm
Gm
Am
Dm
What? What? What?
Gm
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
Chorus 1
Am
Dm
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me"
Gm
Am
I told my boy,
Dm
"Go roll like ten blunts for me"
Gm
Am
I'm tryin' to get high
Dm
'til I can't feel nothin'
Gm
Am
I'm tryin' to get high
Dm
'til I can't feel nothin'
Gm
Am
I can fall out the sky
Dm
and I still won't feel nothin'
Gm
Am
I can fall out the sky
Dm
and I still won't feel nothin'
Gm
Am
I'm way too high
Dm
Gm
Am
Woah, woah I'm way too high
Dm
Gm
Am
Woah, woah I'm way too high
Dm
Gm
Am
Woah, woah I'm way too high
Dm
Gm
Am
Woah, woah I'm way too high
Verse 1
Dm
Wake up
Gm
Am
Dm
It's the first of the month
Gm
Am
Dm
I brush my teeth and count up
Gm
Am
Dm
I let my bitch roll my blunt
Gm
Am
Dm
I'm 'bout to dirty dirty my cup
Gm
Am
Dm
Pour up some lean and get stuck
Gm
Am
Dm
I make her scream when we fuck
Gm
Am
Dm
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those
Gm
Am
Dm
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows
Gm
Am
Dm
Can't fuck with nobody not even my shadow
Verse 2
Gm
Am
Dm
I got on Ed Hardy she got on stilettos
Gm
Am
Dm
She my best friend yeah, we not a couple
Gm
Am
Dm
She a Rockstar she a sex symbol
Gm
Am
The way she do that shit
Dm
she make it look simple
Gm
Am
The way she do that shit
Dm
she make it look simple
Gm
Am
Dm
Baby, tell me what you wanna do
Gm
Am
Dm
Baby, tell me everybody you screw
Gm
Am
Tell me everybody
Dm
you touched in this room
Gm
Am
I gotta know who you fuck,
Dm
fucked in this room
Gm
Am
I gotta know who you
Dm
fucked in this room
Gm
Am
I gotta know who you fucked in this
Verse 3
Dm
(room)
Gm
Am
Can't trust no bitch can't trust these niggas
Dm
Gm
Yeah, in love with my money
Am
In love with my pistols
Dm
Gm
In love with my bitch
Am
I think she my bitch
Dm
Gm
I know she suck dick
Am
I know she not shit
Dm
Gm
I been thinkin' 'bout it
Am
Finna cut off that bitch
Dm
Gm
She don't cook, she don't clean
Am
But she want Ruth Chris
Dm
Gm
I don't even like to hug
Am
I don't even like to kiss
Dm
Gm
I just pat her on the ass
Am
and tell her, "Good shit"
Dm
Gm
I just walked in my pad
Am
paparazzi at the fence
Dm
Gm
I'm 'bout to pour up some red
Am
Dm
And shawty gon' roll up some shit
Gm
Am
And shawty gon' roll up some shit
Dm
Gm
I'm 'bout to pour up some red
Chorus 2
Am
Dm
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me"
Gm
Am
I told my boy,
Dm
"Go roll like ten blunts for me"
Gm
Am
I'm tryin' to get high
Dm
'til I can't feel nothin'
Gm
Am
I'm tryin' to get high
Dm
'til I can't feel nothin'
Gm
Am
I can fall out the sky
Dm
and I still won't feel nothin'
Gm
Am
I can fall out the sky
Dm
and I still won't feel nothin'
Gm
Am
I'm way too high
Dm
Gm
Am
Woah, woah I'm way too high
Dm
Gm
Am
Woah, woah I'm way too high
Dm
Gm
Am
Woah, woah I'm way too high
Dm
Gm
Am
Woah, woah I'm way too high
Outro 1
Dm
Gm
Am
Dm
Gm
Am
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