Paroles de la chanson I Hope You Find Your Way Home par Tyler, the Creator

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Paroles de la chanson I Hope You Find Your Way Home par Tyler, the Creator

I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home (Find your way home, find your way home, find your way home)
I hope you find your way home (Find your way home, find your way home, 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 spinnin', spinnin', 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 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 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 (Nope)
Neither is bein' safety net for bitches
I'm too selfish, contradiction (Ah)
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? Phew-phew
When I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord"
No Met Gala, but I'm everybody mood board
I did a whole collection, collections 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 poppin', 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 Sauconys
Thirty-one zero, shit thirsty, yuck
Bitch sued for a mil', tryna work me
Settled at a mil' 'cause that million couldn't hurt me (Ugh)
It didn't hurt me (Ugh)
Nah, it ain't hurt shit (Ugh)
Sent the motherfuckin' wire, did a backflip (Mm)

And if I shoot the club up, it's a Black bitch (Don't say that)
On the plane by myself, I ain't pack shit (Ugh)
Yeah, eating candy yams and some catfish
Hm, 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'
(Run it, run it, run it back, run it back)
(The light comes from within)
(The light comes from within)
(The light comes from within)

(The light comes from within)
(The light)
I hope you find your way home
('Kopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia)

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