B.O.B. - Tightrope (WondaMix) lyrics

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B.O.B. - Tightrope (WondaMix) lyrics

[Intro: B.o.B] Yeah, what's high? Ha, and what's low? What's up? Who? What's happening? Yeah, it's B.o, hey yeah… [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 non-profit sh** I'm bored walking so you 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, these 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 every second that we tightrope [Hook: Janelle Monáe] Baby baby baby Whether you high or low Baby whether you high or low You got to tip on the tightrope Now let me see you do the tightrope And I'm still dreamin on it [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Greetings, welcome to the meeting of the minds They 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 mantle stop And it's paid programming on every single channel watched Televised revolutionaries on the Chapel top Shouting, down at Babylonian accounting Medieval mathematics leave us average amounting But I surpa** that, I dropped out of they math cla** I am, cause I thought now my tightrope like a sidewalk Blat! [Hook: Janelle Monáe] [Verse 3: Janelle Monáe] (Now now now now) I can grind with the fellas and rock a stage acapella Never, can ya hear me I'm unpredictable like the weather Ta-ta talking about me I stay floated like a feather Jump on the elevator baby we on the next level Album just dropped and I've been on couple covers Black and white tux, ain't no need for no other colors Ta ta talking about, 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 ya'll I can pose, I balance all like I'm Dominique Dawes And I'm gone! [Hook x2: Janelle Monáe]

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