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We Get High

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Hip-Hop/Rap

We Get High was released on June 25, 2021 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album YS Collection, Vol. 1

Song Details

AlbumYS Collection, Vol. 1

Release DateJune 25, 2021

LabelDef Jam Recordings

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM59

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Logic

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sir Robert Bryson Hall II

Sir Robert Bryson Hall II

Songwriter

Charles Dumazer

Charles Dumazer

Composer

James Brown

Songwriter

Michael Franks

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Logic

Recording Engineer

C.Sick

Producer

Bobby Campbell

Mixing Engineer

Dave Kutch

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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'ma 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 (Sinatra)

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 (Logic)

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 M-D, 'til the day I die

[Verse 2]

We get high, oh, so high that my mind is in the sky

Shorties love it, when I rub it, 'cause I never leave 'em 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 supply

We get high, oh, so high, that my mind is in the sky

Shorties love it, when I rub it, 'cause I never leave 'em 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 supply

[Refrain]

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

[Verse 3]

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

Ratt Pack smoking loudpack yeah they 'bout that

Haters talking shit yeah I never doubt that

With the GPS flow we reroute that

Road to riches, we be 'bout that

Getting money like Oprah

Fryin' motherfuckers like okra

Put your -l up if you be a smoker

Full time toker

Everything I got that's what I'm given no division till 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)

[Chorus]

We get high, oh, so high, that my mind is in the sky

Shorties love it, when I rub it, 'cause I never leave 'em 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 supply

[Chorus]

We get high, oh, so high, that my mind is in the sky

Shorties love it, when I rub it, 'cause I never leave 'em 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 supply

[Refrain]

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 higher and higher

Written by: Charles Dumazer, James Brown, Michael Franks, Sir Robert Bryson Hall II

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