NAVI SKYE · Futuristic cool R&B
Later
0:002:49
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Lyrics
Intro
Later... maybe... later
Verse 1
You want a yes, I'll give you a "hmm"
Every question you ask, I answer with the drum
Dark shades on in a warehouse room
Baggy leather and I'm moving to the tune
He said "when?" I said "later"
He said "where?" I said "later"
Sub bass under me like a patient tide
Later, baby, take the ride
Pre-Chorus
Not now (not now)... not yet (not yet)... later
Chorus
Later, later, call me later
I'm on the beat right now and the beat is greater
Later, later, call me later
Navi Skye, and I'm the sky, not the crater
Wait (wait), wait (wait)
Later, and the later is fate
Verse 2
Crew behind me in a straight line
Every move we make is a perfect sign
He keep texting, I keep dancing
Every rest in the drum is a way of answering
Silver on the wrist and the light is low
Motorcycle waiting where the whispers go
I don't rush a thing, I don't force a thing
Later, and the later's the king
Pre-Chorus
Not now (not now)... not yet (not yet)... later
Chorus
Later, later, call me later
I'm on the beat right now and the beat is greater
Later, later, call me later
Navi Skye, and I'm the sky, not the crater
Wait (wait), wait (wait)
Later, and the later is fate
Bridge
(beatbox, sub) LATER
Final Chorus
Later, later, call me later
I'm on the beat right now and the beat is greater
Later, later, call me later
Navi Skye, and I'm the sky, not the crater
Wait (wait), wait (wait)
Later, and the later is fate
About “Later”
- Artist
- NAVI SKYE
- Genre
- Futuristic cool R&B
- Released
- Sep 15, 2026
- Length
- 2:49
NAVI SKYE is a virtual artist of the SUPERMASSIVE Verse: a light breathy soprano, cool and unhurried, stacked whisper harmonies riding syncopated stutter drums, beatbox rests, sub bass and silky pads, where the drums are the star and the voice floats on them. Detroit to Brooklyn, one glove, dark shades, baggy leather. She never belts; the cool is the power. AI-performed and disclosed.
