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 'til 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 embarrassed, 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
31 zeroes, shit thirsty (yuck)
Bitch sue 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 to express 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 'til 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 embarrassed, 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
31 zeroes, shit thirsty (yuck)
Bitch sue 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 to express how I feel
Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
I hope you find your way home
Yeah
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.04] I hope you find your way home
[00:17.01] I hope you find your way home
[00:34.23] I hope you find your way home
[00:51.26] I hope you find your way home
[01:05.95] I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand
[01:09.25] Can you squeeze the man?
[01:10.10] My shit's spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' like a ceiling fan
[01:12.96] No alcohol, no pill in hand
[01:14.40] My only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spin
[01:16.59] You better calm that down
[01:18.16] 'Fore that nigga pop that round
[01:19.59] Into your will not be found
[01:21.28] Hot, hot glue with my palm like, ooh, Spider-Man
[01:23.52] Velcro, nigga, I'm not you
[01:25.52] I almost had a mini-me, I wasn't ready
[01:27.77] And she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavy
[01:29.86] Then we had to guarantee, ain't no confetti
[01:32.04] Four million on that car, that's not a Chevy
[01:34.36] See, that's my interest
[01:35.51] So as of now, raisin' a child is not on my wish list
[01:38.86] Neither is bein' a safety net for bitches
[01:41.08] I'm too selfish, contradiction
[01:43.26] Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes
[01:46.25] Never bite tongue 'til the tooth sore
[01:48.13] If you was gon' apologize, fuck you shoot for? (Phew-phew)
[01:50.64] When I pop out, they say "Ooh, lord"
[01:52.10] No Met Gala, but I'm everybody mood board
[01:54.48] I did a whole collection, collection from Paris
[01:57.04] They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
[01:59.09] I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
[02:01.33] Fuck what you heard, I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'
[02:03.68] Always some corn for you niggas who ain't cappin', haters
[02:06.01] Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor
[02:08.17] You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
[02:10.85] You niggas is jabronis
[02:11.76] I'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony's
[02:14.12] 31 zeroes, shit thirsty (yuck)
[02:15.85] Bitch sue for a mil', tryna work me
[02:17.83] Settled at a mil' 'cause that mil' couldn't hurt me (ugh)
[02:20.12] It didn't hurt me (ugh), nah, it ain't hurt shit (ugh)
[02:22.34] Sip the motherfuckin' water, did a backflip
[02:24.40] And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch
[02:26.60] Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit
[02:28.81] Yeah, eatin' candied yams and some catfish
[02:30.93] Yeah, that rich, fuck what you heard
[02:32.44] I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
[02:34.00] I hope you find your way home
[02:51.68] Real shit
[02:53.07] I'm proud of you
[02:55.45] I'm proud of you, bro
[02:57.40] Like, you just never cease to amaze me
[02:59.83] Like, you just-
[03:01.94] There's no words to express how I feel
[03:05.46] Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
[03:08.14]
[03:59.59] I hope you find your way home
[04:19.29] Yeah
[04:20.30] Chromakopia
[04:24.79] Chromakopia
[04:29.37]
[00:17.01] I hope you find your way home
[00:34.23] I hope you find your way home
[00:51.26] I hope you find your way home
[01:05.95] I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand
[01:09.25] Can you squeeze the man?
[01:10.10] My shit's spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' like a ceiling fan
[01:12.96] No alcohol, no pill in hand
[01:14.40] My only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spin
[01:16.59] You better calm that down
[01:18.16] 'Fore that nigga pop that round
[01:19.59] Into your will not be found
[01:21.28] Hot, hot glue with my palm like, ooh, Spider-Man
[01:23.52] Velcro, nigga, I'm not you
[01:25.52] I almost had a mini-me, I wasn't ready
[01:27.77] And she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavy
[01:29.86] Then we had to guarantee, ain't no confetti
[01:32.04] Four million on that car, that's not a Chevy
[01:34.36] See, that's my interest
[01:35.51] So as of now, raisin' a child is not on my wish list
[01:38.86] Neither is bein' a safety net for bitches
[01:41.08] I'm too selfish, contradiction
[01:43.26] Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes
[01:46.25] Never bite tongue 'til the tooth sore
[01:48.13] If you was gon' apologize, fuck you shoot for? (Phew-phew)
[01:50.64] When I pop out, they say "Ooh, lord"
[01:52.10] No Met Gala, but I'm everybody mood board
[01:54.48] I did a whole collection, collection from Paris
[01:57.04] They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
[01:59.09] I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
[02:01.33] Fuck what you heard, I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'
[02:03.68] Always some corn for you niggas who ain't cappin', haters
[02:06.01] Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor
[02:08.17] You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
[02:10.85] You niggas is jabronis
[02:11.76] I'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony's
[02:14.12] 31 zeroes, shit thirsty (yuck)
[02:15.85] Bitch sue for a mil', tryna work me
[02:17.83] Settled at a mil' 'cause that mil' couldn't hurt me (ugh)
[02:20.12] It didn't hurt me (ugh), nah, it ain't hurt shit (ugh)
[02:22.34] Sip the motherfuckin' water, did a backflip
[02:24.40] And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch
[02:26.60] Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit
[02:28.81] Yeah, eatin' candied yams and some catfish
[02:30.93] Yeah, that rich, fuck what you heard
[02:32.44] I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
[02:34.00] I hope you find your way home
[02:51.68] Real shit
[02:53.07] I'm proud of you
[02:55.45] I'm proud of you, bro
[02:57.40] Like, you just never cease to amaze me
[02:59.83] Like, you just-
[03:01.94] There's no words to express how I feel
[03:05.46] Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
[03:08.14]
[03:59.59] I hope you find your way home
[04:19.29] Yeah
[04:20.30] Chromakopia
[04:24.79] Chromakopia
[04:29.37]