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