作曲 : Fred Gibson/Rhys Sylvester/Marvin Bailey/Nathan Chisanga
 制作人 : FRED/Preditah
 录音 : FRED
 混音师 : Jay Reynolds
 贝斯 : FRED
 鼓 : FRED
 母带工程师 : Lewis Hopkin
 和声 : FRED
 人声 : MIST
Fred again
Preditah（Ah）
(I get, so high)
(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 to fly
(I get, so high)
She's so, so shy, 'til the night
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)
I was last year and I'm still the guy（Ah）
Throw some sauce 'pon 'dem
So high, time to walk 'pon 'dem
Yeah I do set trends（Ah）
Talk too much get sticky for you friends, send a hitta to your ends（Brrr）
I don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet（Nah i ain't）
Ah, 'cause I'm dancin' with heat
Bad B's got my tunes on repeat（What?）
Do it with ease(Ah), out 'ere tripling P's（Yeah i am）
Back to my grindin' again (Yeah I'm back)
Writin', rhymin' again（Ah）
Firing skengs, yeah it's Fred yet again
Manna put a line in your ends（Fred yet 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（Woo）
(I get, so high)
Girl you're a groupie, no need to lie（Ah）
(I get, so high)
Get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly（Ah Ah）
(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（Yo）
Yo I've been stuck with my booty call
Furthermore I fell in love with my booty call（Woah）
Girl you got junk, know your boot is full
In the eyes of a tug that is beautiful (Real?)
When I'm on tour, you know who to call（Who?）
I'm in Tom Ford, this ain't suitable（Ah）
Diamonds, handbags, you suit it all（Woah）
Kilos, gram packs, we move it all
"Oi Mist, are you takin' the piss?" (Why?)
I swear you got a ring, that is made for a wrist (Ah-ha-ha)
I swear I got a ting, that is made for my lips (Real?)
I got a gun for him, I ain't making a diss
Gettin' so, so high, they hatin'
I can't say I don't know why (Ah-ha-ha)
I'm feelin' scared when the po roll by (Why?)
'Cause me and the bros got a pole close by (Yeah).Bang!
(I get, so high)
Girl you're a groupie, no need to lie
(I get, so high)
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) Ah!
(I get, so high)
(Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)