I Hope You Find Your Way Home - 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 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 and T.O. will not be found

Hot, hot glue in 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 a 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 from you niggas who ain't poppin', 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 Sauconys

Thirty-one zero, shit thirsty, yuck

Bitch sued for a mil', tryna work me

Settled at a mil' 'cause that million couldn't hurt me (Ugh)

It didn't hurt me (Ugh)

Nah, it ain't hurt shit (Ugh)

Sent the motherfuckin' wire, 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 (Ugh)

Yeah, eating candy 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

('Kopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia)