Fun. Feat. Janelle Monáe - We Are Young

Fun. Feat. Janelle Monáe - We Are Young

Give me a second I, I need to get my story straight

My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State

My lover, she’s waiting for me just across the bar

My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar

And I know I gave it to you months ago

I know you’re trying to forget

But between the drinks and subtle things

The holes in my apologies, you know

I’m trying hard to take it back

So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down

I’ll carry you home

Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun

Now I know that I’m not

All that you got

I guess that I, I just thought

Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart

But our friends are back

So let’s raise a cup

Cause I found someone to carry me home

Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun

Carry me home tonight (na na na na na na)

Just carry home tonight (na na na na na na)

Carry me home tonight (na na na na na na)

Just carry me home tonight (na na na na na na)

The moon is on my side

I have no reason to run

So will someone come and carry me home tonight

The angels never arrived

But I can hear the choir

So will someone come and carry me home

Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun

Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun

So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down

I’ll carry you home tonight

Janelle Monáe feat. Big Boi - Tightrope

Monae and Leftfoot
Whoaaa
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 dip it on the scene
Yeah they talkin' bout it
Cause they can't dip 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
Why they jumpin' round ya
They trying to take all your dreams
But you can't allow it
(chorus)
Cause baby whether you're high or low
Whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
Baby whether you're high or low
You got to tip on the tightrope
Now let me see you do the tightrope
And I'm still tippin' on it
See I'm not walkin' on it
Or tryin to 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
Yeah you know about it,
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it
(chorus)
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
No damage to your cameras damn I thought that
Can I passy
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 an ass crack,
Come on
I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers
But I'm another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain't no equivocating
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
(chorus)
You can't get too high
(You 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)
1, 2, 3, Ho!
Yeah, yeah
Now shut up, yeah
Yeah, Now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and Gentlemen the funky is on section in the tribalist
Yeah, OH
We call that classy brass
Ohhhhhhh
OH!
Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
As I play the ukulele
If I play my ukulele
Just like a little lady