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Tightrope (Wondamix feat. B.O. B & Lupe Fiasco) Lyrics

Yo' What's Up ?
n' What's Low ?

Well if ya, lookin for me, I'm probably in Metropolis/
I, I do this for the love so this is non-profit s***/
I'm, I'm boardwalkin', so you can call this Monopoly/
Obviously, my approach to music ain't moderate/
As, my maccaba(?) spins, I am the anomoly/
I, Love all my haters, cause my 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 droppin' all these prophecies/
Breakin over barriers, you juggernauts ain't stoppin' me/
Balanced and symmetrical, I guess I'm just geometry/
Guess I'm just atomically built the way that I bomb-on-a-beat/
Bomb-on-a-beat, you slide 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 tippin', never slippin', yea we tightrope!

Baby, 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
Lupe

Greetings, welcome to the meeting of the minds/
That be thinking all the time 'bout defeating all the blind/
Following, swallowing, drinking of the time/
Honor traditions, of, keeping in align/
I prefer to figure eight and Mandelbrot /
Rock all night, 'til they candles on my mantle stop/
And its paid programming on, every single channel watched/
Televised revolutionaries on the chapel tops/
Shouting, down at Babylonian accounting/
Medieval mathematics keep us average in amounting/
But I surpass that, I dropped out of they math class/
I am, cause I thought, now my tightrope's like a sidewalk/

Baby, 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

Janelle

N-n-n-n-now I can run with the fellas and rock a stage acapella/
Never! Can you hear me? I am unpredicatable like the weather/
T-t-talkin bout me, I stay floatin 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, aint no need for no other colors/
T-t-talkin bout "W-w-why dont she change her clothes?"/
Well, they aint seem to mind the last 3 times I posed in Vogue/
Some people get high, and then some people get low/
Well Im gon' keep it in the middle so my people can know/
Underdogs stand up tall cuz Im talkin to yall/
I cant pause, I balance all like im Dominique Dawes, and Im gone!/
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