High Note

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] And they say, and they say And they say They say, they say, they say, they say Oh [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Luv Moore] High note (High note) Got you on a high note (Got you on a high note) Catch you on a high note (Catch you on a high note) Catch you on a high note, baby High note You were on a high note (You were on a high note) Livin' through the high notes (Babe, high notes) Moves you to the high notes, baby [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco, Luv Moore] Uh, endless wonder, extend the comfort My comforter drama, heard the trumpet across the tundra Stumbles, topples, and tumbles in its attеmpts to try to run from ya High note, high profile, I suggest you hum a littlе humbler But these songs can grab you by the jugular Juggling publishers until you find one to fall in love with ya Your very own tubby until then, just keep it quiet place (High note, baby) Sign language, what's a stethoscope to a silent safe? Steph Curry step back for more points Across the line and shoot to two and choose to lose, it's your choice Get used to boos, we ghostwrite Acoustic cues, the music pools The fluid woos to move the moods into the grooves That soothe the blues with your voice [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Luv Moore] High note (High note) Got you on a high note (Got you on a high note) Catch you on a high note (Catch you on a high note) Catch you on a high note, baby High note You were on a high note (You were on a high note) Livin' through the high notes (Babe, high notes) Moves you to the high notes, baby [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco, Luv Moore] It's hard battlin' odds being ethical With all-stars, basketball traveling charge, it's technical (High note, baby) When it's era of French fries versus vegetables Restaurants esoteric chance of mass collective dance at the festivals Wave your hands, these stages are just professional pedestals Dedicate a record to, battling whoever, who'll do whatever you'll never do Tryna keep your repertoire respectable, it's revolution [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco, Luv Moore] Excommunicate a communicator They loop you out the group, a future computer player No room to take ya, like a warmer consumer beta All part of the plan, all artists expand for small market demand Pallbearer y'all's calls, the calls applause stalls and falls off as a fan Blogs pause, they've all logged off, thinkin' get outside the box You was Balrog with the hands now they found freedom outside the locks (Hey, yeah) They beat their case, now they moving to BJJ The good times is behind us, from iron Mike Tyson to Gordon Ryan tryin' to bind us (Oh) Should the igno-norers been more vandant trainin' for when they blind us Silent sight syphon light outta lime Pluck shine plus time inducts prime outta your wine cup Mountain goats flow struggle with the ropes of your climb (Oh) I'm no longer sharing locs, hoping we'll feel good that they find us I know [Outro: Lupe Fiasco & Luv Moore] I hope l left you on a high note I hope I kept you on a high note As we maneuver through the high notes It sounds cool in the high notes, I know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah