[Intro: B.o.B]
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!)
[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 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
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
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!
[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
[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!
[Hook: Janelle Monáe]
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
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!)
[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 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
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
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!
[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
[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!
[Hook: Janelle Monáe]
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
( Janelle Mone )
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