Yeah, what's high? Ha, and what's low? What's low? Who? What's happening? Yeah It's B.O... Hey yeah... Well if you're looking for me I'm probably in metropolis I do this for the love so this is non-profit shit I'm board walking so you call this monopoly Obviously, my approach to music ain't moderate As my macoma spits I am the anomaly I love all the haters coz the haters is what got me here Strangers 'hey B.O.B'-y 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 they I, B.O.B, wanna be B.O.B wanna be, 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 every second that we tightrope Baby baby Whether you high or low Baby whether you high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope Now let me see you do the tightrope 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 then I'll pop, 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 Babylon when they're accounting Medieval mathematics keep us average in amounting But I surpass that I dropped out of they math class I am, coz I thought, now my tightrope is a sidewalk Baby baby Whether you high or low Baby whether you high or low You got to tip on the tightrope Now let me so you do the tightrope Now, now, na, na na na na... I can grind with the fellas And rock a stage acapella Never Can you hear me? I am unpredictable like the weather Ta-ta-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 Ta-ta-talking about 'wa-wa-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 gonna keep it in the middle so my people can know Underdogs stand up tall coz I'm talking to ya'll I can pose, I balance all Like I'm Dominique Dawes Then I'm gone! High or low Baby whether you high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope Now let me see you do the tightrope (woah, you keep on running around on it) Baby baby whether you high or low Baby whether you high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope Now let me see ya' do the tightrope And I'm still tippin' on it... Keep keep keep my balance I gotta, gotta keep my balance High or low Whether you're high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope Let me see you on it...