NAVI SKYE · Futuristic cool R&B
Skyline
0:002:50
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Lyrics
Intro
Detroit... Brooklyn... look up
Verse 1
Two cities in my name and a sky in my eye
Every rooftop I stand on, I stand up high
One glove, dark shades, and the crew in line
Every beatbox rest is a skyline sign
Sub bass under me like a bridge at night
Whisper harmonies like the tower light
I don't need the loud to be the one
Skyline, baby, and the day is done
Pre-Chorus
Up (up)... up (up)... skyline
Chorus
Skyline, skyline, that's my sky
Every building in the city says hi
Skyline, skyline, that's my sky
Navi Skye, and I never say why
Look (look), look (look)
Skyline, and the sky is the book
Verse 2
Grandma from Detroit, mama from the Stuy
Same cool blood, same quiet eye
Motorcycle on the roof like a silver bird
Every rest in the drum is a whispered word
Silky pads like the dawn coming in
Stutter drums like the night should begin
I woke the old sound up and made it mine
Skyline, and the sky is fine
Pre-Chorus
Up (up)... up (up)... skyline
Chorus
Skyline, skyline, that's my sky
Every building in the city says hi
Skyline, skyline, that's my sky
Navi Skye, and I never say why
Look (look), look (look)
Skyline, and the sky is the book
Bridge
(beatbox, sub) SKY
Final Chorus
Skyline, skyline, that's my sky
Every building in the city says hi
Skyline, skyline, that's my sky
Navi Skye, and I never say why
Look (look), look (look)
Skyline, and the sky is the book
About “Skyline”
- Artist
- NAVI SKYE
- Genre
- Futuristic cool R&B
- Released
- Sep 15, 2026
- Length
- 2:50
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.
