High
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics

You like my
The singer acknowledges that the listener appreciates them in some way.

Morning, my light, my love, my heart, my soul
The singer lists several items of emotional and personal significance to them, and associates them with the listener.

The only one I relate to
The singer perceives the listener as the sole person with whom they share a deep connection.

You've been looking for some one on one time
The artist posits that the listener wants to spend time with them.

So let me pick you up and I'mma take you on a date boo
The artist suggests they take the listener out on a date.

Everything I want and need
The singer notes that the listener satisfies all their needs and desires.

Am I in love? Oh yes indeed
The singer admits to being in love with the listener.

Only woman that I ever met in my life that had me tricking off all my extra cheese
The artist claims that the listener is the only woman who can make them spend extravagantly.

Been in jail and I bled for you
The artist states that they have been incarcerated and suffered physical harm for the sake of the listener.

You know the typical things that Fred'll do
The artist asserts that the listener understands their character and habits well.

And you remember back in the days When I was 17, momma caught me laying in the bed with you
The singer recalls a past indiscretion involving the listener, and implies that the two have a long history.

I'mma open up doors for you, diss all my hoes for you
The artist pledges to treat the listener with respect, and to reject all other potential romantic partners for their sake.

You put me in my own world, make a niggas toe curl, like a real girl supposed to do
The singer attributes their intense attraction to the listener, and describes them satisfying a stereotypical function of a romantic partner.

Plus I must admit I get sad when you away I just can't live this life without you, I can't get through my day
The singer confesses to being unhappy when the listener is not present, and portrays their connection as critical to their well-being.

One summer we had to break up 'cause you couldn't deal with the heat
The singer mentions a past separation with the listener, and cites a possible reason for it.

Everybody in the hood wanna say that you a stone cold freak They hit it last week, but I don't listen to a peep
The artist acknowledges rumors or accusations about the listener's sex life, but dismisses them.

Uh, this might sound like I'm simping Y'all might just say I'm tripping But you know a player gotta maintain I don't flame Jane, I don't complete my mission
The artist anticipates people criticizing them for their professed love and loyalty, but defends their choices as necessary to maintain a romantic relationship.

Your sense, your texture, your touch, I'm in lust When I roll up with a couple blunts that roll with me, whats up? One more puff, I wanna touch
The singer expresses physical desire for the listener, and associates them with sensory pleasure.

I wanna touch, wanna feel you Can't ride without you by my side I guess it's something when I'm near you That keeps me on a natural high
The singer describes feeling euphoric and dependent upon the listener's presence, and expressing a desire for physical intimacy.

And I love you Mary, Mary, baby And I don't go nowhere without my baby
The artist affirms their love for the listener and indicates that they will stay close to them.

Must say I do to you, so let's jump the broom First time that we met, no sweat Had to get you undressed up in my uncle's room Sweet as two cherry pies Red hair, green eyes Gotta switch up flavors and colors, she accessorize On the real, if you came as a meal, I would lick you fresh off the plate Woke up this morning, brushed my teeth and kissed you fresh out the gate Yeah I'mma fool for you, let them niggas hate When I don't bring you 'round my homies say I'm handcuffing Fuck 'em, they straight, they straight They know you stay on deck I make sure you stay fresh Every time that I roll up, baby done shown up, wrapped in my favorite dress That purple or that peach Optimo, Swisher Sweets Some fools can't move off that Mary Freddie G never miss a beat
The artist recounts some shared experiences and offers various compliments and assertions of affection for the listener, invoking specific sensory details and an extended metaphor comparing the listener to food.