We Get High by Logic
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'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
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