Janelle Monáe, B.o.B, Lupe Fiasco - Tightrope (WondaMix) lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Janelle Monáe, B.o.B, Lupe Fiasco - Tightrope WondaMix lyrics]
What’s up? Who? What’s happening? (Hey)
Yeah, it’s B-O (Hey, 'Nelle)
Well if you’re looking for me
I’m probably in Metropolis, i
Do this for the love so
This is nonprofit shit, i'm
Bored walking, so you can call this monopoly
Obviously, my approach to
Music ain’t moderate
As my Mer-ka-Ba spins I am the anomaly, I
Love all the haters 'cause the 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
Dropping all these prophecies
Breaking over barriers
You juggernauts ain’t stopping me
Balance ain’t symmetrical
I guess I’m just geometry
Guess I’m just atomically built
The way that I bomb on the beat
Bomb on the beat, you slide on the beat
We slide on our feet, we tightrope
I don’t need no optometry
I’ll do this in a blindfold
Honestly, we live that type of
Life people would die for
So we keep on tipping, never slipping
Yeah we tightrope
Baby, baby, whether you high or low
(High or low)
Baby, whether you 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 tipping on it
Greetings, welcome to the meeting
Of the minds that be thinking all the time
Of defeating all the blind
Following, swallowing
Drinking of the time-honored traditions of
Keeping in a line
I prefer to figure eight and then Mandelbrot
Rock all night 'til the candles
On my mantel stop
And it's paid programming on
Every single channel watched
Televised revolutionaries on the chapel top
Shouting, down at Babylonian accounting
Medieval mathematics equals averaging
Amounting but, I surpass that
I dropped out of they math class
I am, cause I thought now
My tightrope like a sidewalk, blat!
Baby, baby, whether you high or low
(High or low)
Baby, whether you 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 tipping on it
Ha, ha, ha, now, now now now now
I can grind with the fellas
And rock a stage acapella, never
Can you hear me I'm
Unpredictable like the weather
T T T Talking about me
I stay floating 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 T Talking 'bout
"W W Why don't she change her clothes?"
Well, they ain't seem to mind the last
Three 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
Underdog, stand up tall
'cause I'm talkin to y'all i can pose
I balance all like I'm Dominique Dawes
And I'm gone!
High or low (High or low)
Baby, whether you 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)
Baby, baby, whether you high or low
(High or low)
Baby, whether you 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 tipping on it