paroles de chanson Tightrope - Wondamix [Feat. B.o.B and Lupe Fiasco] - Janelle Monáe

Yeah, what's high?
Ha, and what's low? (Hey)
What's low? Who?
What's happening? (Hey)
It's B.O (hey, 'Nelle)

Well, if you're looking for me I'm probably in Metropolis, I
I do this for the love so this is non-profit shit, I'm
I'm board walking so you call this monopoly
Obviously, my approach to music ain't moderate

As my Mar-Ka-Ba spins, I am the anomaly, I
Love all the haters 'cause my haters is what got me here
Strangers, "Hey Bobby" 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 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, never slipping, yeah, we tightrope

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)
(Yeah), and I'm still tippin' on it

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 Mandelbrot
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 Babylonian accounting
Medieval mathematics keep us averaging, amounting
But I surpass that, I dropped out of they math class
I am, 'cause I thought now my tightrope's like a sidewalk, blat

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)

Ha, na, na, now, now, now, now, now
I can grind with the fellas and rock a stage acapella, never
Can you hear me? I am unpredictable like the weather
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 colours
T-t-talking about, "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
Underdogs stand up tall 'cause I'm talking to ya'll
I can pose, I balance all like I'm Dominique Dawes
Then I'm gone

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)
(Woah, you keep on running around 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

Keep, keep, keep my balance
Gotta, gotta keep my balance
I gotta keep my balance
I gotta keep my balance
High or low
Baby, whether you're high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the tightrope