I Hope You Find Your Way Home Lyrics

by Tyler, The Creator

What's the song about?

“I Hope You Find Your Way Home” by Tyler reflects the search for home, identity, and self-acceptance. The lyrics express...

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
Thirty-one 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 for how I feel
Do your thing, just keep, keep shining

I hope you find your way home

Yeah
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