Tightrope (Wondamix) [feat. B.o.B and Lupe Fiasco]

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