Tyler, The Creator I Hope You Find Your Way Home

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 (Nope) Neither is bein' 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, collections in 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', it 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) On the plane by myself, I ain't pack shit (Eugh) Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfish Hm, 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 right now how I feel Do your thing, just keep, keep shinin' (Run it, run it, run it back, run it back) (The light comes from within) (The light comes from within) (The light comes from within) (The light comes from within) (The light) I hope you find your way home (Yeah, Chromakopia, Chromakopia)