I Hope You Find Your Way Home Lyrics by 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 a way home, find a way home, find a way home)
I hope you find your way home (Find a way home, find a way home, find a way home)
I’m slippin’, I’m slippin’, I’m slippin’, I’m slippin’, I need a hand
Can you squeeze the man? My *** spinnin’, spinnin’, spinnin’, like a ceiling fan
No alcohol, no pill in hand
My only vice is them sweets and them [?] skin
You better calm that down ‘fore that *** pop that round into your [?]
I hot glue with my palm like, “Ooh,” Spider-man Velcro, ***, I’m not true, I—
Always 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 ***
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, *** 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
*** what you heard, I ain’t [?], I ain’t tappin’
Always some [?] for you niggas who ain’t cappin’, haters
Always ride another *** 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 [?]
Thirty more zeroes, *** thirsty, yuck
*** shoot 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 *** (Eugh)
Sip the motherfuckin’ [?], did a backflip (Mm)
And if I shoot the club up, it’s a black *** (Don’t play that)
Hold the play by myself, I ain’t pack *** (Eugh)
Yeah, you [?] is some catfish
Yeah, that rich, *** what you heard, I’m that *** and I’m that ***
I hope you find your way home
Real ***, 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 shinin’
(Run it, run it, run it back, run it back)
(Run it)
I hope you find your way home
(Yeah, CHROMAKOPIA, CHROMAKOPIA)