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Whoaaa |
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Another day |
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I take your pain away |
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Some people talk about ya |
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Like they know all about ya |
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When you get down they doubt ya |
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And when you tippin on the scene |
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Yeah they talkin' bout it |
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Cause they can't tip all on the scene with ya |
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Talk about it |
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T-t-t-talk bout it |
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When you get elevated, |
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They love it or they hate it |
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You dance up on them haters |
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Keep getting funky on the scene |
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While they jumpin' round ya |
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They trying to take all your dreams |
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But you can't allow it |
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Cause baby whether you're high or low |
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Whether you're high or low |
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You gotta tip on the tightrope |
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T-t-t-tip on the tightrope |
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Whether you're high or low |
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Baby whether you're high or low |
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You got to tip on the tightrope |
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Now let me see you do the tightrope |
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And I'm still tippin' on it |
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See I'm not walkin' on it |
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Or tryin to run around it |
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This ain't no acrobatics |
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You either follow or you lead, yeah |
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I'm talkin' bout you, |
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I'll keep on blaming the machine, yeah |
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I'm talkin' bout it, |
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T-t-t-talkin' bout it |
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I can't complain about it |
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I gotta keep my balance |
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And just keep dancin on it |
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We gettin funky on the scene |
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Yeah you know about it |
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Like a star on the screen |
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Watch me tip all on it |
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Then baby whether I'm high or low |
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Baby whether you're high or low |
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You gotta tip on the tightrope |
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Yeah, tip on the tightrope |
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Baby, baby, baby |
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Whether you're high or low |
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Baby whether you're high or low |
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Tip on the tightrope |
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Baby let me see you tight rope |
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And I'm still tippin' on it |
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You gotta keep your balance or you fall into the gap |
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It's a challenge but I manage cause I'm cautious with the strap |
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Do damage to your cabbage that a doctor cannot patch |
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See bot you don't want no friction like the back of a mathbook |
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Daddy Fat Stacks will fold you and your MacBook |
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Close shows, shut you down before we gon' go backwards |
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Act up, and whether we high or low we gonna get back-up |
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Like the Dow Jones and Nasdaq |
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Sorta like a thong in an ass crack |
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Come on |
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I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers |
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But I'm another flavor |
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Something like a terminator |
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Ain't no equivocating |
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I fight for what I believe |
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Why you talkin' bout it |
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S-s-she's talkin' bout it |
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Some callin me a sinner |
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Some callin me a winner |
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I'm callin you to dinner |
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And you know exactly what I mean |
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Yeah I'm talkin bout you |
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You can rock or you can leave |
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Watch me tip without you |
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N-N-Now whether I'm high or low |
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Whether I'm high or low |
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I'm gonna tip on the tightrope |
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Baby, baby, baby |
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Whether I'm high or low |
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High or low |
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I got to tip on the tightrope |
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Now baby tip on the tightrope |
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You can't get too high |
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I said you can't get too low |
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Cause you get too high |
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No you'll surely be low |
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1, 2, 3, Ho! |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Now shut up, yeah |
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Yeah, now put some voodoo on it |
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Ladies and gentlemen the funkiest horn section in Metropolis |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, |
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OH! |
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We call that classy brass |
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Do you mind? |
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If I play the ukulele |
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Just like a little lady |
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Do you mind? |
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If I play the ukulele |
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Just like a little lady |
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As I play the ukulele |
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If I play my ukulele |
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Just like a little lady |