I Hope You Find Your Way Home
by Tyler, The Creator
From the album: Chromakopia
Duration: 04:29
Lyrics for 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 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? My shit's spinnin' and spinnin' and 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 Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes Never bite tongue till 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 embarrased, 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 me for a mil' tryna work me Settled at a mil cause that mil couldn't hurt me (ugh) It didn't hurt me (ugh) Nah, it ain't hurt shit (ugh) Sip the motherfuckin' water, did a backflip And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit Yeah, eatin' 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 shining I hope you find your way home Yeah Chromakopia Chromakopia