We Get High (Explicit) - Logic

Lyrics by：Derrick Johnson

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

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

We get high

From the back to the front door

Dealers on the Southside sellin on their front door

Little bit of w**d 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

'Cuz if Chi-Town show love I'mma show love

Outside no gloves in the wintertime

'Cuz 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 motherf**ker 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

Oh so high

That my mind is in the sky

Shorties love it when I rub it

'Cuz 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

'Cuz I'm the one that supplies

We get high

Oh so high

That my mind is in the sky

Shorties love it when I rub it

'Cuz 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

'Cuz I'm the one that supplies

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

Shout-out to the Bobby Soxer girls that just love the flow

Chillin' out late night with the w**d

Lit blunt split and the paper rolled

RattPack smoking loudpack yeah they 'bout that

Haters talking s**t I never doubt that

With the GPS flow we re route that

Road to riches we be 'bout that

Getting money like Oprah

Fryin' motherf**kers 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

And they wonder why

We get high

Oh so high

That my mind is in the sky

Shorties love it when I rub it

'Cuz 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

'Cuz I'm the one that supplies

We get high

Oh so high

That my mind is in the sky

Shorties love it when I rub it

'Cuz 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

'Cuz I'm the one that supplies

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

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

We get high

We get high

We get high

Oh so high

St Elmo's

Love's so sharp

Love's so sharp

Love's so sharp

Love's so sharp

Love's so sharp

Love's so sharp

We get high

We get high

We get high