Lyrical Breakdown of We Get High - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We Get High" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "We Get High" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Fabolous employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Fabolous's narrative.
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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 fire
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 fire
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 fire
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at
Stimulate your mind, girl, it's friday you ain't got shit to do
I'll put you on to some real shit if you ain't scared to take a hit or two
Stay away from that reggie, can't deal with the middle men
Who gives a fuck if he keeping clean, you can't ride on the lil' ten'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 nigga, half of the time 'ol half past nigga
Mad cause they can't get down with the team
Still standing at the end of the draft ass nigga
Getting high on these low lifes, dead these chumps give 'em no life
Cut 'em loose, keep your knife
Throw me the ho and make it your wife
Don't make a ho, your husband either
Hard to win the game when you're playing with a cheater
I be telling them that you can't change nigga
Better off, keeping that change, for the meter
We get high and high, crazy blue, like saint elmo's fire
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 fire
Love's so sharp and fly, that it's hard to know just where you at, we get high
How high? How high? Just came from the OG, man
My eyes so red, man, that M-E-T-H-O-D Man
I'm talking about pimping been since
Pimping since been pimping
I'm talking about going near, not a motherfuckers saying that near nutter
Tell 'em no more mister nice guy, you hoes way past Half Baked
If I got paid to hear chicks lie, would make more cheese than Kraft make
And these nigga be acting up, Ri Ri must be serious
Wonder what that shit hittin' for, real nigga is curious
These nigga stuck on my old joint
Already know how the high feel
Let a chick know she is not low, even though she's in high heels
Six hundred for the gas, that ain't nothing but the hot bill
Bitch, don't be a high 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, we get high