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We get high Crazy blue like St. Elmos' fire Love so sharp, and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get high Crazy blue like St. Elmos fire Love so sharp, and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get high From the back to the front though Dealers on the south side selling on they front door Little bit of weed little bit of crack' Whatever you need While I'm selling out shows In the ice cold Selling 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 the Chi town show love Imma show love Outside no gloves in the winter time Cuz I'm hungry like dinner time Staying for every single one of my fans All the grass that 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 Why you smoke to this Reminisce when I wrote to this Up and comers take notes to this We get it done on tour Waking up before the sun Down lake shore drive shooting videos On the block getting spotted by them city hoes I know I never had to wonder if it's love or not Shout out to the homies up in juggernaut For keeping a mother fucker 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 Cuz 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 Cuz I'm the one that supplied We get high Oh so high That my mind is in the sky Shorties love it When I rub it Cuz 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 Cuz I'm the one that supplied We get high Crazy blue like St. Elmos' fire Love so sharp, and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at Uh, shootout to the bobby soxer girl that just love the flow Chillin out late night with the weed lit Blunt split and the paper rolled Rattpack smoking loud pack get it bout that Haters talking shit I never doubt that With the GPS flow we re-route that road to riches We be bout that Getting money like Oprah Fry mother fuckers like okra Get your MFLB you're a smoker Full time toker Everything I got that's what I'm giving No division till it's over Sleeping on the young sinatra like a sedative Now they on the brother dick so repetitive 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 'em 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 supplied We get high Oh so high That my mind is in the sky Shorties love it When I rub it Cuz 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 Cuz I'm the one that supplied We get high Crazy blue like St. Elmos' fire Love so sharp, and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get high Crazy blue like St. Elmos fire Love so sharp, and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get high Logic Sinatra Bobby Soxer We get high |