Artist/Band:
Janelle Monáe
Lyrics for Song: Tightrope (Wondamix)
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Janelle Monáe
[B.o.B]
Yeah, what's high?
Ha, and what's low?
What's low?
Who?
What's happening?
Yeah
It's B.o,
Hey yeah,
Well if ya, lookin for me, I'm probably in Metropolis
I, I do this for the love so this is non-profit shit
I'm, I'm boardwalkin', so you can call this Monopoly
Obviously, my approach to music ain't moderate
As my macabre sense I am the anomaly
I, Love all my haters, cause my haters is what got me here
Strangers "Hey, Bobby!" me, groupies try to body me
But I'm a different planet so excuse my astrology
But there are no apologies, for droppin' all these prophecies
Breakin over barriers, you juggernauts ain't stoppin' me
Balanced and symmetrical, I guess I'm just geometry
Guess I'm just atomically built the way that I bomb-on-a-beat
Bomb-on-a-beat, you slide on a beat, we slide on our feet, we tightrope
I don't need no optometry, I'll do this in a blindfold
Honestly we live the type of life people would die for
So we keep on tippin', never slippin', yea we tightrope!
[Janelle Monae]
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
(high or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(high or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope
(tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope
(tip, tip on it)
And I'm still tippin' on it
[Lupe Fiasco]
Greetings, welcome to the meeting of the minds
That be thinking all the time 'bout defeating all the blind
Following, swallowing, drinking of the time-
Honored traditions, of, keeping in a line
I prefer to figure eight and Mandelbrot
Rock all night, 'til they candles on my mantle stop
And it's paid programming on, every single channel watched
Televised revolutionaries on the chapel tops
Shouting, down at Babylonian accounting
Medieval mathematics keep us average in amounting
But I surpass that, I dropped out of they math class
I am, cause I thought, now my tightrope's like a sidewalk
[Janelle Monae]
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
(high or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(high or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope
(tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope
(tip, tip on it)
And I'm still tippin' on it
N-n-n-n-now I can run with the fellas and rock a stage acapella
Never! Can you hear me? I am unpredicatable like the weather
T-t-talkin 'bout me, I stay floatin like a feather
Jump on the elevator baby, we on the next level
Album just dropped and I been on a couple covers
Black and white tux, ain't no need for no other colors
T-t-talkin bout "W-w-why don't she change her clothes?"
Well, they ain't seem to mind the last 3 times I posed in Vogue
Some people get high, and then some people get low
Well I'm gon' keep it in the middle so my people can know
Underdogs stand up tall cuz I'm talkin to y'all
I can't pause, I balance all like I'm Dominique Dawes, and I'm gone!
High or low
(high or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(high or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope
(tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope
(tip, tip on it)
(Woah, you keep on running around on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
(high or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(high or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope
(tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope
(tip, tip on it)
And I'm still tippin' on it
Keep keep keep my balance
I gotta, gotta keep my balance
High or low
Whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the tightrope
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