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 (Find your way home, yeah, I hope you find your way home, find your way home, I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home, yeah, I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home, home)

I hope you find your way home (Find your way home, yeah, I hope you find your way home, hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home, huh, hope you find your way home, yeah, 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 shit spinning, spinning, spinning 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

Before I have to pop that round, and T.O. will not be found

Hot, hot glue in my palm like, "Ooh," Spider-Man Velcro, ****, I'm not you, I

Almost had a mini me, I wasn't ready

And she wanted it with me, I'm talking 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, raising a child is not on my wish list (Nope)

Neither is being safety net for bitches, I'm too selfish

Contradiction, maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes (Washed)

Never bite tongue till a tooth sore

If you was gon' apologize, fuck you shoot for? Pew-pew

When I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord," no Met Gala, but I'm everybody mood board

I did a whole collection, collection's 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 **** who ain't poppin', haters

Always ride another **** wave, you a sailor

You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie

You **** is jabronis, I'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony's

310, shit thirsty, bitch sued for a million tryna work me (Yuck)

Settled at a million 'cause that million couldn't hurt me

It didn't hurt me, nah, it ain't hurt shit

Sent the muthafucking wire, did a backflip

And if I shoot the club up, it's a Black bitch (Don't say that)

On a plane by myself, I ain't pack shit

Yeah, eating candy yams and some catfish, hmm, yeah, that rich

Fuck what you heard, I'm that ****, 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

Chromakopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia