Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Lead Vocals
Jeff Bhasker
Keyboards
MIKE DEAN
Piano
Chris "Hitchcock" Chorney
Cello
Nicki Minaj
Background Vocals
Justin Vernon
Background Vocals
Teyana Taylor
Vocals
Amber Rose
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Mike Oldfield
Songwriter
Malik Yusef
Songwriter
Jeff Bhasker
Songwriter
Jon Anderson
Songwriter
Kanye West
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
No ID
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Producer
RZA
Producer
Jeff Bhasker
Co-Producer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
Gaylord Holomalia
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christian Mochizuki
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Phil Joly
Assistant Mixing Engineer
No ID
Producer
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Gee Roberson
Executive Producer
Kyambo "Hip Hop" Joshua
Executive Producer
Shawn Carter
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
You might think you've peeped the scene, you haven't
The real one's far too mean
The watered-down one, the one you know
Was made up centuries ago
They made it sound all wack and corny
Yes, it's awful, blasted boring
Twisted fiction, sick addiction
Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen!
[Chorus]
Can we get much higher?
So high
So high
Can we get much higher?
So high
Can we get much higher?
So high
Can we get much higher?
So high
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
Mercy, mercy me, that Murciélago
That's me, the first year that I blow
How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo
Me drown sorrow in that Diablo
Me found bravery in my bravado
DJs need to listen to the models
You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, ****?)
Stupid, but what the hell do I know?
I'm just a Chi-Town **** with a Nas flow
And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo
So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow
[Chorus]
Can we get much higher?
[Verse 2]
Woo!
Look like a fat booty Céline Dion
Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leon-a Lewis
Beyond the truest
Hey teacher, teacher, tell me, how do you respond to students?
And refresh the page and restart the memory
Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy
We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemy
Sorry for the night demons that still visit me
The plan was to drink until the pain over
But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?
Fresh air, rolling down the window
Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low
Don't make me pull the toys out, heh?
Don't make me pull the toys
And fire up the engines, heh?
And then they make noise
[Chorus]
Can we get much higher?
So high
[Bridge]
At the mall there was a seance
Just kids, no parents
Then the sky filled with herons
I saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron
And the hell, it wouldn't spare us
And the fires did declare us, but after that
Took pills, kissed an heiress
And woke up back in Paris
[Chorus]
Can we get much higher?
So high
So high
[Outro]
Can we get much higher?
So high
So high
Can we get much higher?
So high
Can we get much higher?
So high
Can we get much higher?
So high
Written by: John Anderson, Justin Vernon, Kanye West, MIKE DEAN, Malik Yusef, Mike Oldfield, No ID, Onika Maraj, Robert Diggs