Tightrope (Wondamix) [feat. B.o.B and Lupe Fiasco]

Yeah, what’s high?

Ha, and what’s low? (Hey)

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[Hook: Janelle Monáe]

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[Verse 3: Janelle Monáe]

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