JANELLE MONA E - Tightrope Wondamix lyrics
rate me<b>Tightrope (Wondamix)</b> by <i>JANELLE MONÃE</i><br />
<span class="feat">(feat. B.o.B, Lupe Fiasco)</span>
<i>[B.o.B:]</i>
Yeah whats hot
Ha
Whats up
Who
Hey
Its B.O
Well if ya, lookin for me I'm
Probably in metropolis
Ah, I do this for the love, so this is
Non profit shit um
I born welcome to
You can calls this monopoly
Obviously, my approach to music
Aint moderate
As, my mascoma spits
I am the anomaly
I love all my haters, cuz my haters
Is what got me here!
Strangers hate bobby me
Groupies try to buddy me
But I'm in a different planet so
Excuse my astrology
But, there are no apologies
For droping all these prophecies
Breaking over barrier,
You drugged n I say stoppin me
Fellas are symetrical n I guess I'm
Just geometry
Guess I'm just atomically built away
That I bob wanna be
Bob wanna be, you stride on to be
We slide on our feet
We tightrope
I dont need no whatgotronomy
I do this in a blindfold
Honestly, we let it top
I like people who die for
So we keep on tippin every second
We tightrope
<i>[Janelle Monae:]</i>
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
<i>[Lupe Fiasco:]</i>
Greetings. welcome to the meeting,
Of the minds
That'd be thinking all the time
While defeating all the blind
Following, swallowing, drinking of
The time
On the traditions, of,
Keeping in a line
I prefer to figure hate
And then after that rock, rock all
Night
Til the candles on my mantle stop
And its getting programming on
Every single channel watched
Televised revolutionaries on the
Chaple top
Shouting, now were never lonely
Let it accounting
Midevil raft manics keep us
Average and a melting
But I surpass that,
I, dropped out of they math class
I am, cuz I thought,
Now my type of tiger cyle bat
<i>[Janelle Monae:]</i>
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
Now now now now..
Na na na na..
I can grind with the fellas
And rock a stage acapella
Never, can ya hear me
I am unpredictable like the weather
Ta ta talking about me I stay floated
Like a feather
Jump on a elevator baby we on the
Next level
Im just dropped and ive been on
Cover covers
Black and white tux, aint no need
For no other colors
Ta ta talking about, 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 I'm gon keep in the middle
So my people could know
Im the dawg, stand up tall
Cuz I'm talkin to ya'll
I can pose, I balance all
Like I'm dominique dawes
And I'm gone!
High
Or low
Baby whether you high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the
Tightrope
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
<i>[Thanks to Jindi Argente (jeanargente@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]</i>
