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We Get High Song Lyrics
We Get High by Fabio Fiocco When I stopped to care, then I find there is no one there
But I think of you and I know we are something new.
We get high and high, crazy blue like saint elmo’s fine,
Love’s so sharp and fly, that it’s hard to know just where you at, where you at.

We get high and high, crazy blue, like saint elmo’s fine,
Love’s so sharp and fly, that it’s hard to know just where you at.
We get high and high, crazy blue, like saint elmo’s fine,
Love’s so sharp and fly, that it’s hard to know just where you at.

Stimulate your mind, girl, it’s fine that you ain’t got shit to do,
I put you on some real shit if you ain’t scared to get headed, too.
Stay away from that reggie, can’t deal with the middle men,
Who gives a fuck if he keeping clean, who can’t ride on the milton’s.
They say they got it, they ain’t got it, they won’t seem to feel no guilt,
Got peanut butter, but no jelly, got cereal, but no milk.
Where I’m from that’s a half ass nigger, half of the time I don’t have past nigger.
That ‘cause they can’t get down with the team,
Still staying at the end of the drive fast nigger.
Getting high on these low lives, there the charms give ‘em no life,
Cut ‘em loose, keep your knife,
Throw me the hoe and make it your wife.
Don’t make a hoe, your husband either,
Harder in the game when you’re playing with a cheater.
I be telling them that you can’t change niggers,
Better off, keeping that change, for the meter.

We get high and high, crazy blue, like saint elmo’s fine,
Love’s so sharp and fly, that it’s hard to know just where you at.
We get high and high, crazy blue, like saint elmo’s fine,
Love’s so sharp and fly, that it’s hard to know just where you at.

How high? How high? Just came from the OG, man.
My eyes so red, man, that MET ain’t joking, man.
I’m talking about pimping been since,
Pimping been since been pimping.
I’m talking about going, motherfuckers saying that ain’t other.
Tell ‘em no more mister Nice Guy, new hoes wait past high bay,
If I got paid to hit chase lie, would make more cheese than craft make
And these niggers be acting up, we here must be serious.
Wonder what the shit hiding for, real niggers is curious.
These niggers stuck on my whole joint,
Already know how I feel.
Let the chick know she is not low, even though she ain’t high heels.
Six hundred for the gas, doing nothing but the hot bill,
Bitch, don’t be a hard kill, you know over here

We get high and high, crazy blue, like saint elmo’s fine,
Love’s so sharp and fly, that it’s hard to know just where you at.
We get high and high, crazy blue, like saint elmo’s fine,
Love’s so sharp and fly, that it’s hard to know just where you at