Tightrope (feat. Big Boi)

Monáe and Leftfoot 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 tippin' on the scene Yeah, they talkin' 'bout it 'Cause they can't tip on the scene Whatcha 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 I'll keep on blaming the machine 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 dancin' 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 You gotta keep your balance, or you fall into the gap It's a challenge, but I manage 'cause I'm cautious with the strap Doin' damage to your canvas that a doctor cannot patch See why you don't want no friction like the back of a matchbook That I pass as I will forward you and your MacBook Clothes shows will shut you down before we go-go backwards Act up, and whether we high or low we gonna get back up Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ sorta like a thong in a ass crack Come on I tip on alligators And little rattle snakers But I'm another flavor Somethin' like a terminator Ain't no equivocatin' I fight for what I believe Why 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 to dinner And you know exactly what I mean Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you You can rock or you can leave Watch me tip without you N-N-Now whether I'm high or low (high or low) Whether I'm high or low (high or low) I'm gonna tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Mmmmm (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby Whether I'm high or low (high or low) High or low (high or low) I got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Now baby, tip on the tightrope You can't get too high (we 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) One, two, three, hit 'em! 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! (I gotta keep my balance) ooh (I gotta keep my balance) ooh (I gotta keep my balance) well, it's a thin line (G-Gotta k-k-keep my balance) (I gotta keep my balance) well, it's a thin line (G-Gotta k-k-keep my balance) not that white line (G-Gotta k-k-keep my balance) you in your right mind (G-Gotta k-k-keep my balance) c'mon, huh-huh Do you mind? If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady Do you mind? As I play the ukulele Just like a little lady As I play the ukulele