i hope you find your way home

Tyler, The Creator

I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home
(Find your way home, find your way home, find your way home)
I hope you find your way home
(Find your way home, find your way home, find your way home)

I m slippin , I m slippin
I m slippin , I m slippin , I need a hand
Can you squeeze the man?
My shit spinnin , spinnin , spinnin , like a ceiling fan
No alcohol, no pill in hand
My only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spin
You better calm that down
fore that nigga pop that round into your- will not be found
Hot, hot glue with my palm like
Ooh, Spider-man Velcro, nigga, I m not you, I?
Almost had a mini me, I wasn t ready
And she wanted it with me, I m talkin heavy
Then we had to guarantee, ain t no confetti
Four million on that car, that s not a Chevy
See, that s my interest, so as of now
raisin a child is not on my wish list
Neither is bein a safety net for bitches
I m too selfish, contradiction (Ah)
Maybe I should before I m too old
and washed up like dishes (Washed)
Never bite tongue til the tooth sore
If you was gon apologize, fuck you shoot for? Phew-phew
When I pop out, they say, Ooh, Lord
No Met Gala, but I m everybody mood board
I did a whole collection, collection from Paris
They ain t even send me the collection to wear it
I m so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
Fuck what you heard, I ain t coon, I ain t tappin
Always some corn for you niggas who ain t cappin , haters
Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
You niggas is jabronis
I m from the city where they ran up in Saucony s
Thirty-one zeroes, shit thirsty, yuck
Bitch sue for a mil tryna work me
settled at a mil cause that mil couldn t hurt me (Eugh)
It didn t hurt me (Eugh)
Nah, it ain t hurt shit (Eugh)
Sip the motherfuckin water, did a backflip (Mm)
And if I shoot the club up
it s a black bitch (Don t say that)
Hold the play by myself, I ain t pack shit (Eugh)
Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfish
Yeah, that rich, fuck what you heard
I m that nigga and I m that bitch

I hope you find your way home
Real shit, I m proud of you
I m proud of you, bro
Like, you just never cease to amaze me
like, you just? there s no words for how I feel
Do your thing, just keep, keep shinin
(Run it, run it, run it back, run it back)
(Run it)
(The light comes from within)
I hope you find your way home
(Yeah, CHROMAKOPIA, CHROMAKOPIA)