Janelle Monae – Tightrope (WondaMix) Lyrics

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[Intro: B.o.B]
Yeah, what’s high?
Ha, and what’s low?
What’s up? Who?
What’s happening?
Yeah, it’s B.O…
Hey yeah…

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Well if you’re looking for me I’m probably in Metropolis
I do this for the love so this is non-profit shit
I’m bored walking so you call this monopoly
Obviously, my approach to music ain’t moderate
As my macoma spits 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, these 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 stride 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 tipping every second that we tightrope

[Hook: Janelle Monáe]
Baby baby baby
Whether you high
Or low
Baby whether you high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the tightrope
And I'm still dreamin on it


[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Greetings; Welcome to the meeting of the minds
They 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 till
The candles on my mantle stop

And it's paid programming on
Every single channel watched
Televised revolutionaries
On the Chapel top

Shouting, down at Babylonian accounting
Medieval mathematics leave us average amounting

But I surpass that
I dropped out of they math class

I am, cause I thought
Now my tightrope like a sidewalk


[Hook: Janelle Monáe]

[Verse 3: Janelle Monáe]
(Now now now now)
I can grind with the fellas and rock a stage acapella
Never, can ya hear me I'm unpredictable like the weather

Ta-ta talking about me I stay floated like a feather
Jump on the elevator baby we on the next level

Album just dropped and I've been on couple covers
Black and white tux, ain't no need for no other colors
Ta ta talking about, 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 ya'll
I can pose, I balance all like I'm Dominique Dawes
And I'm gone!

[Hook: Janelle Monáe]
High or low
Baby whether you high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the, tightrope
Baby baby baby whether you high or low
Baby whether you high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the, tightrope
And I'm still dreamin on it

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