Lyrics Tightrope - Edgar Oceransky , Tarang Nagi

Whoa
Another day
I take your pain away
Some people talk about ya
Like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you tip it on the scene, yeah, they talkin′ bout it
'Cause they can′t tip on the scene, watch you talk about it
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
When you get elevated
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene while they jumpin' round ya
They tryna take all of your dreams, but you can′t allow it
Cause, baby, whether you′re high or low
Whether you're high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, whether you′re high or low (high or low)
Baby, whether you're 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 tippin' on it
See I′m not walkin' on it
Or tryna run around it
This ain't no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead
Yeah, I′m talkin′ bout you
Or keep on blaming the machine (and now I'm living inside a dream)
Yeah, I′m talkin' bout it
T-t-t-talkin′ bout it
I can't complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancing on it
We gettin′ funky on the scene and you know about it
Like a star on the screen, watch me tip all on it
Then, baby, whether I'm high or low (high or low)
Baby, whether you're high or low (high or low)
Ooh, you got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, whether you′re high or low (high or low)
Baby, whether you′re high or low (high or low)
Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
Baby, let me see you tightrope (tip, tip on it)
And I'm still tippin′ on it
I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers
But I'm another flavour, something like a terminator
Ain′t no equivocating
I fight for what I believe, while you talkin' bout it
S-s-she′s talkin' bout it
Some callin' me a sinner
Some callin′ me a winner
I′m callin' you the dinner
And you know exactly what I mean, yeah, I′m talkin' bout ya
You can rock or you can leave, watch me tip without ya
Now, now, now, whether I′m high or low (high or low)
Whether I'm high or low (high or low)
You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, whether I′m high or low (high or low)
Oh, high or low (high or low)
I got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it)
My baby, tip on the tightrope
You can't get too high
(You can't get too high)
I said, you can′t get too low
(We can′t get too low)
'Cause you get too high
(You can′t get too high)
No, you'll surely be low
(No, you′ll surely be low)
1, 2, 3, go
Yeah
Yeah
Now shut up
Yeah
Yeah
Now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
We call that classy brass
(Happy birthday)
Do y'all mind (happy birthday)
If I play the ukulele? (happy birthday)
Just like a little lady (happy birthday)
Do y′all mind (happy birthday)
If I play the ukulele? (happy birthday)
Just like a little lady (happy birthday)
If I play the ukulele (happy birthday)
If I play my ukulele (happy birthday)
Just like a little lady (happy birthday)
Just like a little lady (happy birthday)
Ukulele (happy birthday)
Just like a little lady (happy birthday)
If I play my ukulele (happy birthday)
(Happy birthday)
(Happy birthday)