Playboi Carti, Sky: the song lyrics & the meaning

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Sky is a song released in April 2021 by Playboi Carti from his second album, Whole Lotta Red. The fans often quote the track for many reasons: the lines about getting high, the references to his past relationship with Iggy Azalea, and also that line that says, “wake up, it’s the first of the month.” This article will analyze the song’s meaning and provide the complete lyrics at the end.

You can find the official video of the song below.

Playboi Carti - Sky [Official Video]
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Sky: inside the lyrics and their meaning

Sky is a song about getting high and a collection of thoughts about Playboi Carti’s ended relationship with Iggy Azalea. From how the track sounds, it feels like the American rapper is freely talking about his breakup with Azalea under the effects of substances.

The chorus clearly explains that Carti is trying to get high, so high that he won’t feel anything, even if he falls from the sky.

I’m tryna get high ’til I can’t feel nothin’
I could fall out the sky and I still won’t feel nothin’
I’m way too high

Then the verse begins, and we hear the rapper talking about how he’s no longer in love with the girl that once was his partner. Now they are “just friends.”

She my best friend, yeah, we not a couple
She a rockstar, she a sex symbol

As many know, Playboi Carti dated Iggy Azalea for a long time and had a baby, Onyx, in 2019. However, the two broke up in 2020, shortly before the release of the album that contained the song Sky. Carti describes Azalea as his best friend, but the truth is that they are not in a good relationship, and Iggy Azalea even accused Playboi Carti of being a cheater and an absent father. On the other side, even Carti accuses Azalea of cheating in this song:

Baby, tell me everybody you screw
Tell me everybody you took to this room
I gotta know who you f**k, f**ed in this room
I gotta know who you f**ed in this room
I gotta know who you f**ed in this room
Can’t trust no b* *h, can’t trust these n**as

Nevertheless, besides these lines, Playboi Carti is also aware that he has just lost interest. He admits he’s only in love with his money and is not a guy who loves to hug and kiss. From this point of view, he’s also able to recognize his part of the reasons why the relationship didn’t work.

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”

And the same way it started, the song slowly returns to the sensations given by the substances he took: feeling numb and unable to focus on essential matters.

I just walked in my pad, paparazzi at the fence
I’m ’bout to pour up some red
And shawty gon’ roll up some s**t
And shawty gon’ roll up some s**t

I’m way too high
I’m way too high

After all, this is the real meaning of the lyrics inside Sky: I’m getting high and freely expressing what I feel about the breakup. I know I’m not perfect, and right now, I prefer not to focus too much on it. I only want to feel numb.

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The complete lyrics

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 b* *h roll my blunt (Woah, slatt, slatt)
I’m ’bout to dirty my cup (Woah, yeah, b* *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, scrеam, s**k 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 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 s**t (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
The way she do that s**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**ed in this room (Baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f**ed in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f**ed in this room (Bih’, who?)
Can’t trust no b* *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* *h (Love with my b* *h), I think she my b* *h (I think she my b* *h)
I know she s**k dick (I know she suck dick, blatt), I know she not s**t (I know she not s**t, huh, huh)
I been thinkin’ ’bout it (Been thinkin’ ’bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that b* *h (Finna cut off that b* *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 s**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 s**t (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon’)
And shawty gon’ roll up some s**t (Slatt)
I’m ’bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon’ roll up some s**t (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?)