I Hope You Find Your Way Home (Explicit)

I Hope You Find Your Way Home (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator (造物主泰勒)

Lyrics by：Tyler Okonma

Composed by：Tyler Okonma

Produced 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 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 **** 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 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 *******

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 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 **** thirsty yuck

***** sue 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 ************* water did a backflip

Mm

And if I shoot the club up it's a Black *****

Don't say that

Hold the play by myself I ain't pack ****

Eugh

Yeah eating candied yams and some catfish

Yeah that rich **** what you heard

I'm that nigga 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 keep shinin'

Run it run it run it back run it back

Run it

The light comes from within

I hope you find your way home

Yeah Chromakopia Chromakopia