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

I Hope You Find Your Way Home

Tyler, The Creator

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i hope you find your way home

i hope you find your way home (yeah)

i hope you find your way home (find your way home, hope you find your way home)

(i hope you find your way home)

i hope you find your way home

i'm slipping, i'm slipping, i'm slipping, I'm slipping

i need a hand, can you squeeze the man

my shit spinning, spinning, spinning 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, before the nigga to pop that round

And T.O. will not be found

hot hot glue in my palm like ooh spiderman velcro nigga i'm not you

i almost had a mini me, i wasn't ready

And she wanted it with me, i'm talking heavy

then we had to guarantee ain't no confetti

4 million on that car that's not a chevy

see that's my interest so as of now raising a child is not on my wish list (nope)

neither is being 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 a tooth sore

If you was gon apologize fuck you shoot for Pew pew

when i pop out they say ohh lord

no met gala, but i'm everybody mood board

i did a whole collection 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 from you niggas who ain't popping, haters

always ride another nigga wave you a sailor

you could never moon walk in my chuck taylors brodie

you niggas is jabronis i'm from the city where they ran up in sauconys

310 shit thirsty bitch sued for a million tryna work me

settled at a million cause that million couldn't hurt me

nah it ain't hurt me, nah, it ain't hurt shit

Sent the muthafucking wire did a backflip

And if i shoot the club up it's a black bitch (don't play now)

on a plane by myself i ain't pack shit

yeah, eating candy yams and some catfish

hmm 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'

i hope you find your way home

- It's already the end -