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I Hope You Find Your Way Home Explicit
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