Music Video

So High (feat. Fredo) (Monet192 Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo
Fredo
Bass
MIST
MIST
Vocals
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Keyboards
Monet192
Monet192
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Composer
Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
Composer
Rhys Sylvester
Rhys Sylvester
Composer
Nathan Chisanga
Nathan Chisanga
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fredo
Fredo
Producer
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Producer
Lewis Hopkin
Lewis Hopkin
Mastering Engineer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
Preditah
Preditah
Producer
Monet192
Monet192
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Songtekst van MIST – "So High" ft. Fredo (Dopebwoy Remix)
FRED, again
Preditah
Uh
(I get, so high)
(T-T-T-Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)
(I get, so high) Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high) Get so, so high, 'til you feel too fly
(I get, so high) She's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
Throw some sauce 'pon 'dem
So high, time to walk 'pon 'dem
Yeah, I do set trends
Talk too much get sticky for you friends, send a hitta to your ends
I don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet
Uh, 'cause I'm dancin' with heat
Bad B's got my tunes on repeat
Do it with ease, out 'ere tripling P's
Back to my grindin' again (I'm back)
Writin', rhymin' again
Firing skengs, yeah it's Fred yet again
Manna put a line in your ends (FRED again)
Aggy, so much gold it's chavvy
'Dem man are chatty like gyally
Big .44 called Maggie
What's my cologne? Creed and Cali
(I get, so high) Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high) Get so, so high, 'til you feel too fly
(I get, so high) She's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
Prr
Man van m'n woord en de cijfers (Prr)
Loop in die drip voor het hype is
Maak de fotto onveilig
Zorg dat die hele seizoen kwijt is
Flex met een side thing, wifey is stressed
Liegen niet mijn ding, praat alleen facts
Jas van Fendi, schaatsen in Bempi
Ik loop in je stad op de laatste Balenci's
Kijk je lang naar m'n chain krijg je epilepsie
Grind sinds jong, maar geen referentie
Je meid zoekt iets nieuws, ze leeft niet happy
Want je flext op de Gram, maar je date in Maccie
Die fit van Abloh is die oogcontact
't Is nacht, maar m'n chain maakt het overdag
Koop nog een fles, weet niet eens voor wat
Ben iets dichter bij die M, dus ik proost op dat
(I get, so high, Prr) Girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high, Prr) Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly
(I get, so high) She's so, so shy, until the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy
(I get, so high)
(I get, so high)
(I get, so high)
Uh
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)
Written by: Bryce Wilson, Fred, Fred Gibson, Kenneth Edmonds, Marvin Bailey, Nathan Chisanga, Rhys Sylvester, Toni Braxton
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