F-A-M-O-U-S… Famous!

Yo, He's the reason ya phone stay on DND, bitch, durr
He ghosted the ghostwriters, now dey drunks gettin' rich, err
He's trendin’ in frequencies that ain’t been invented yet
Google gotta Google him just to confirm the threat
His shadow got verified, blue checks on the floor
Paps camp in His nightmares, still beggin’ for one more
He's so famous TKZ aksed him for a dick pic
Such a sick trick, yeah His thick shtick made the chicks slick

He's the virus in your algorithm, He's the bug they can’t kill
Every time ya try to shake him, He's like a Advil not a Nyquil

He's famous, uh. Billboards blush when the coupe slide
Famous. Uh. Astronauts give it up  from their space ride
Famous, the way His name taste when it drip off ya tongue
So famous even His silence sittin’ pretty at number one
Yeah—fay-mous, fay-mous
Famous enough to make “unknown caller” famous

His exes got a group chat, meet on a Tuesday
Toast to His new joint ya den cryin in fuckin' 2k
He's inked on the concept of time, that’s why it fly past
Had The Weeknd need a sick dey to recover from His broadcast
Walked in the Met wearin’ last year’s Wi-Fi bars
Signal so loud even Norway gone queer — why, Lars?
Elon tried to launch him, Falcon said “nah ya already in orbit”
NASA named a black hole “His ego,” that’s the only way to store it

Yo, His DMs got velvet ropes on the velvet ropes, fam
Read receipts NFTs—six figures when He leave ’em on read, damn
So famous His haters got haters that bump him on the down low
Even ya pops know the bars… act like he don’t, but he do tho'

He's famous, sista — cameras flash when He blink slow
Famous, sista — His echo got merch in the front row
Famous, the way ya heartbeat sync when He step in the spot
So famous the tombstone pre-orderin’ roses for the plot
Fay-mous—fay-mous
He could ghost ya tomorrow and still trend without ya

Yeah He's famous…
Could trade every headline for one night ya don’t search the name
…Nah, He's bullshittin’.
He look crazy in the papers, ma.
Stay dangerous.

Famous (Morse Code, Hoe Mode Radio Edit)

My name is Skyé. Just Skyé.

My true loves are alternative & gothic, and house & trance (mainly from the 90's and early 2000's).

Twenty years as a DJ playing other people's tracks, while having music in my soul and dreams in my head (with no formal musical training), was like skiing uphill on a mountain of ash 8 days a week and never going anywhere.

I write my own lyrics (with a mostly darker side), and I dabble in Fruity Loops to create personas, sounds, riffs, and hooks that evoke a specific feeling I'm trying to find in the music.

Finally, I use Suno AI to put it all together, and after many, many tweaks, I get the sound I'm looking for. It would have been (and has been until a few months ago) impossible for me to express myself in the sheer love of music without the final touch of AI giving my inner dreamer the chance to fly high and free.

I do not sell or restrict my music; I make it, post it, and let the chips fall where they may.