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 Logic 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 Logic 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 Logic's narrative.

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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 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 'Cuz if Chi-Town show love, I'mma show love Outside, no gloves in the wintertime 'Cuz 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 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 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 them 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 supplies We get high Oh so high That my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'Cuz I never leave them 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 supplies 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 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 RattPack smoking loudpack yeah they '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 Fryin' motherfuckers like Okra Put your L up if you're a smoker Full-time toker Everything I got that's what I'm given no division 'til 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) We get high Oh so high That my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'Cuz I never leave them 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 supplies We get high Oh so high That my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'Cuz I never leave them 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 supplies 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