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I Hope You Find Your Way Home - 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 pop that round into your
Will not be found
Hot hot glue with my palm like"Ooh"
Spider-man Velcro 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 who ain't cappin' haters
Always ride another wave you a sailor
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors brodie
You 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 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
