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Tyler, The Creator
I Hope You Find Your Way Home

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I hope you find your way home
I 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 *'s spinning, spinning, spinning like a ceiling fan
No alcohol, no pill in hand, my only vice is them sweets in the mills I spin
You better calm that down, before 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 talking heavy
And 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, raising a child
It's not on my wish list, neither is being safe
Net for bitches, I'm too selfish
Contradiction
Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like this *
Never bite tongue till it too sore
If you was gon' apologize, * you shoot for
When I pop out, they say, ooh lord, no Met Gala
But I'm married by the mood board
I did a whole collection, collections in Paris
They ain't even sent me the collection to wear it
I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
* what you heard, I ain't cool, I ain't tappin'
Always some corn from you niggas who ain't tappin'
Haters, always ride another nigga way, you a sailor
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors
But I only eat you niggas as jabronis
I'm from the city, what are you doing?
Ran up in Saccone
31-0 * thirsty
Bitch sued for a meal, tryna work me
Settled at a mill, cause that million couldn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me, now it ain't her *
Sent the motherfuckin' Y, did a backflip
And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch
On a plane by myself, I ain't pack *
Yeah, eatin' candy M's and some catfish
Yeah, that rich
* what you heard, I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
I ain't tappin'
Always some corn from you niggas who ain't tappin'
Run it back, run it back
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
The life that got me, the life that got me
The life that got me, the life that got me
The life that got me
The life that got me
I 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 *'s spinning, spinning, spinning like a ceiling fan
No alcohol, no pill in hand, my only vice is them sweets in the mills I spin
You better calm that down, before 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 talking heavy
And 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, raising a child
It's not on my wish list, neither is being safe
Net for bitches, I'm too selfish
Contradiction
Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like this *
Never bite tongue till it too sore
If you was gon' apologize, * you shoot for
When I pop out, they say, ooh lord, no Met Gala
But I'm married by the mood board
I did a whole collection, collections in Paris
They ain't even sent me the collection to wear it
I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
* what you heard, I ain't cool, I ain't tappin'
Always some corn from you niggas who ain't tappin'
Haters, always ride another nigga way, you a sailor
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors
But I only eat you niggas as jabronis
I'm from the city, what are you doing?
Ran up in Saccone
31-0 * thirsty
Bitch sued for a meal, tryna work me
Settled at a mill, cause that million couldn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me, now it ain't her *
Sent the motherfuckin' Y, did a backflip
And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch
On a plane by myself, I ain't pack *
Yeah, eatin' candy M's and some catfish
Yeah, that rich
* what you heard, I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
I ain't tappin'
Always some corn from you niggas who ain't tappin'
Run it back, run it back
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
The life that got me, the life that got me
The life that got me, the life that got me
The life that got me
The life that got me
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