Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Get High, artist - Logic. Date of issue: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Get High |
| We get higher and higher |
| Crazy blue |
| Like St. Elmo’s fire |
| Love’s so sharp |
| And flat |
| That it’s hard to know just where you’re at |
| From the back to the front door |
| Dealers on the Southside sellin on their front door |
| Little bit of weed, little bit of crack, whatever you need |
| While I’m sellin out shows in the ice cold |
| Shout out to the homies in the front row with the blunt rolled |
| That waited for hours in the snow just to see me flow |
| So you know I gotta stay after the show |
| 'Cause if Chi-Town show love, I’m a show love |
| Outside, no gloves in the wintertime |
| 'Cause I’m hungry like dinnertime |
| Stayin for every single one of my fans |
| Autographs 'til I couldn’t feel my hands |
| Just a man with a plan, but you wouldn’t understand |
| I get high by the notes, you get high by the gram |
| While you smoke to this |
| Reminisce when I wrote to this |
| Up-and-comers take note to this |
| We get it done on tour, waking up before the sundown |
| Lake Shore Drive shooting videos |
| On the block getting spotted by them city hoes (Hey!) |
| I know I never had to wonder if it’s love or not |
| Shout-out to the homies up at Juggernaut |
| For keeping a motherfucker fresh, hell yes |
| No contest when it comes to gear in the city they be the best |
| Love my girls outgoing in my City, Chi |
| But it’s MD 'til the day I die |
| We get high |
| Oh so high |
| That my mind is in the sky |
| Shorties love it when I rub it |
| 'Cause I never leave them dry |
| We get high |
| Oh so high |
| That’s what they say in the Chi |
| I get high |
| You get high |
| 'Cause I’m the one that supplies |
| Shout-out to the Bobby Soxer girls that just love the flow |
| Chillin out late night with the weed lit blunt split and the paper rolled |
| RattPack smoking loudpack yeah they 'bout that |
| Haters talking shit yeah I never doubt that |
| With the GPS flow we re-route that |
| Road to riches we be 'bout that |
| Getting money like Oprah |
| Fryin' motherfuckers like Okra |
| Put your L up if you’re a smoker |
| Full-time toker |
| Everything I got that’s what I’m given no division 'til it’s over |
| Sleeping on the Young Sinatra like a sedative |
| Now they on a brother’s dick, so repetitive |
| And they wonder why (and they wonder why) |