I Hope You Find Your Way Home
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๐ Lyrics
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 slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I need a hand
Can you squeeze the man?
My shit's spinnin' and spinnin' and 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 bitches
I'm too selfish, contradiction
Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes
Never bite tongue till the 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, collection from Paris
They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
I'm so embarrased, but happy that it happened
Fuck 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, shit thirsty (yuck)
Bitch sue me for a mil' tryna work me
Settled at a mil cause that mil couldn't hurt me (ugh)
It didn't hurt me (ugh)
Nah, it ain't hurt shit (ugh)
Sip the motherfuckin' water, did a backflip
And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch
Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit
Yeah, eatin' candied yams and some catfish
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 for how I feel
Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
I hope you find your way home
Yeah
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home
I hope you 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's spinnin' and spinnin' and 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 bitches
I'm too selfish, contradiction
Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes
Never bite tongue till the 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, collection from Paris
They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
I'm so embarrased, but happy that it happened
Fuck 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, shit thirsty (yuck)
Bitch sue me for a mil' tryna work me
Settled at a mil cause that mil couldn't hurt me (ugh)
It didn't hurt me (ugh)
Nah, it ain't hurt shit (ugh)
Sip the motherfuckin' water, did a backflip
And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch
Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit
Yeah, eatin' candied yams and some catfish
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 for how I feel
Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
I hope you find your way home
Yeah
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.08] I hope you find your way home
[00:17.87] I hope you find your way home
[00:34.44] I hope you find your way home
[00:51.76] I hope you find your way home
[01:06.45] I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I need a hand
[01:09.44] Can you squeeze the man?
[01:10.60] My shit's spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' like a ceiling fan
[01:13.36] No alcohol, no pill in hand
[01:14.71] My only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spin
[01:16.88] You better calm that down
[01:18.63] 'Fore that nigga pop that round
[01:20.08] Into your will not be found
[01:21.51] Hot, hot glue with my palm like, ooh, Spider-Man
[01:23.84] Velcro, nigga, I'm not you
[01:25.62] I almost had a mini-me, I wasn't ready
[01:28.11] And she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavy
[01:30.36] Then we had to guarantee, ain't no confetti
[01:32.16] Four million on that car, that's not a Chevy
[01:35.05] See, that's my interest
[01:36.21] So as of now, raisin' a child is not on my wish list
[01:38.87] Neither is bein' a safety net for bitches
[01:41.22] I'm too selfish, contradiction
[01:43.49] Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes
[01:46.73] Never bite tongue till the tooth sore
[01:48.42] If you was gon' apologize, fuck you shoot for? (Phew-phew)
[01:51.17] When I pop out, they say "Ooh, lord"
[01:52.59] No met gala, but I'm everybody mood board
[01:54.90] I did a whole collection, collection from Paris
[01:57.21] They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
[01:59.52] I'm so embarrased, but happy that it happened
[02:01.32] Fuck what you heard
[02:02.40] I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'
[02:03.69] Always some corn for you niggas who ain't cappin', haters
[02:06.56] Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor
[02:08.66] You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
[02:11.34] You niggas is jabronis
[02:12.42] I'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony's
[02:14.18] Thirty-one zeroes, shit thirsty (yuck)
[02:16.51] Bitch sue me for a mil' tryna work me
[02:18.32] Settled at a mil cause that mil couldn't hurt me (ugh)
[02:20.64] It didn't hurt me (ugh)
[02:21.85] Nah, it ain't hurt shit (ugh)
[02:23.01] Sip the motherfuckin' water, did a backflip
[02:24.75] And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch
[02:26.88] Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit
[02:28.83] Yeah, eatin' candied yams and some catfish
[02:30.97] Yeah, that rich
[02:32.05] Fuck what you heard
[02:32.99] I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
[02:34.12] I hope you find your way home
[02:52.46] Real shit
[02:53.97] I'm proud of you
[02:56.15] I'm proud of you, bro
[02:58.16] Like, you just never cease to amaze me
[03:00.60] Like, you just-
[03:02.67] There's no words for how I feel
[03:06.23] Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
[03:59.70] I hope you find your way home
[04:19.27] Yeah
[04:20.25] Chromakopia
[04:24.72] Chromakopia
[04:26.00]
[00:17.87] I hope you find your way home
[00:34.44] I hope you find your way home
[00:51.76] I hope you find your way home
[01:06.45] I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin, I'm slippin, I need a hand
[01:09.44] Can you squeeze the man?
[01:10.60] My shit's spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' like a ceiling fan
[01:13.36] No alcohol, no pill in hand
[01:14.71] My only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spin
[01:16.88] You better calm that down
[01:18.63] 'Fore that nigga pop that round
[01:20.08] Into your will not be found
[01:21.51] Hot, hot glue with my palm like, ooh, Spider-Man
[01:23.84] Velcro, nigga, I'm not you
[01:25.62] I almost had a mini-me, I wasn't ready
[01:28.11] And she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavy
[01:30.36] Then we had to guarantee, ain't no confetti
[01:32.16] Four million on that car, that's not a Chevy
[01:35.05] See, that's my interest
[01:36.21] So as of now, raisin' a child is not on my wish list
[01:38.87] Neither is bein' a safety net for bitches
[01:41.22] I'm too selfish, contradiction
[01:43.49] Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes
[01:46.73] Never bite tongue till the tooth sore
[01:48.42] If you was gon' apologize, fuck you shoot for? (Phew-phew)
[01:51.17] When I pop out, they say "Ooh, lord"
[01:52.59] No met gala, but I'm everybody mood board
[01:54.90] I did a whole collection, collection from Paris
[01:57.21] They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
[01:59.52] I'm so embarrased, but happy that it happened
[02:01.32] Fuck what you heard
[02:02.40] I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'
[02:03.69] Always some corn for you niggas who ain't cappin', haters
[02:06.56] Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor
[02:08.66] You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
[02:11.34] You niggas is jabronis
[02:12.42] I'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony's
[02:14.18] Thirty-one zeroes, shit thirsty (yuck)
[02:16.51] Bitch sue me for a mil' tryna work me
[02:18.32] Settled at a mil cause that mil couldn't hurt me (ugh)
[02:20.64] It didn't hurt me (ugh)
[02:21.85] Nah, it ain't hurt shit (ugh)
[02:23.01] Sip the motherfuckin' water, did a backflip
[02:24.75] And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch
[02:26.88] Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit
[02:28.83] Yeah, eatin' candied yams and some catfish
[02:30.97] Yeah, that rich
[02:32.05] Fuck what you heard
[02:32.99] I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
[02:34.12] I hope you find your way home
[02:52.46] Real shit
[02:53.97] I'm proud of you
[02:56.15] I'm proud of you, bro
[02:58.16] Like, you just never cease to amaze me
[03:00.60] Like, you just-
[03:02.67] There's no words for how I feel
[03:06.23] Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
[03:59.70] I hope you find your way home
[04:19.27] Yeah
[04:20.25] Chromakopia
[04:24.72] Chromakopia
[04:26.00]