[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
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