Tyler, The Creator - I Hope You Find Your Way Home Lyrics

I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home
I (find your way home, yeah, hope you find your way home)
Hope you (hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
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, I hope you find your way home)
I (find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
Hope you (hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
Find your way home (I hope you find your way home, I hope you 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? (Come on)
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
And T.O. 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 wishlist (nope)
Neither is bein' a safety net for bitches
I'm too selfish, contradiction
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, f*ck you shoot for? Phew-phew
When I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord"
No Met Gala, but I'm everybody moodboard
I did a whole collection, collection in Paris
They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
F*ck what you heard, I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'
Always some corn for you niggas who ain't clappin', 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 (uh)
It didn't hurt me (uh)
Nah, it ain't hurt shit (uh)
Sip the motherf*ckin' water, did a backflip (mh)
And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch (don't say that)
In the hood, by myself, I ain't pack shit (uh)
Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfish
Hmm, yeah, that rich
F*ck 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 come from within)
(The light come from within)
(The light come from within)
(The light come from within)
(The light)

I hope you find your way home

(CHROMAKOPIA)
(CHROMAKOPIA)
(CHROMAKOPIA)