Lyrics Janelle Monáe – Tightrope (Wondamix)

B.O.B
Yeah, what’s high?
Ha, and what’s low?
What’s low?

Hey yeah…

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 board 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 coz the haters is what got me here
Strangers ‘hey B.O.B’-y me
Groupies try to buddy me
But I’m a different planet so excuse my astrology
But there are no apologies for dropping all these prophecies
Breaking over barriers, your juggernauts ain’t stopping me
Balance ain’t symmetrical, I guess I’m just geometry
Guess I’m just atomically built the way they I, B.O.B, wanna be
B.O.B wanna be, 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

Janelle Monae
Baby baby

Lupe Fiasco
Greetings
Welcome to the meeting of the minds
That be thinkin’ all the time ‘bout defeating all the blind
Following, swallowing, drinking of
the time honoured traditions of keeping in a line
I prefer to figure eight, and then I’ll pop,
Rock all night
‘Til the candles on my mantle stop
And it’s getting programming on every single channel
Watched televised revolutionaries on the chapel top
Shouting
Down in Babylon when they’re accounting
Medieval mathematics keep us average in amounting
But I surpass that
I dropped out of they math class
I am, coz I thought,
now my tightrope is a sidewalk

Janelle Monae
Baby baby
Whether you high or low
Baby whether you high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me so you do the tightrope

Now, now, na, na na na na…

I can grind with the fellas
And rock a stage acapella
Never
Can you hear me?
I am unpredictable like the weather
Ta-ta-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 colours
Ta-ta-talking about ‘wa-wa-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 gonna keep it in the middle so my people can know
Underdogs stand up tall coz I’m talking to ya’ll
I can pose, I balance all
Like I’m Dominique Dawes
Then I’m gone!

High or low
Baby whether you high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the tightrope

(woah, you keep on running around on it)

Baby baby whether you high or low
Baby whether you high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
Now let me see ya’ do the tightrope
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
Let me see you on it…