Read I Hope You Find Your Way Home Lyrics by Tyler, The Creator, released on October 28, 2024, on Tyler, The Creator’s official YouTube channel. I Hope You Find Your Way Home is the fourteenth track on Tyler, The Creator’s “CHROMAKOPIA” album. Check out the lyrics below with the official music video.
Tyler, The Creator – I Hope You Find Your Way Home Lyrics
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 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 B!tches
I’m Too Selfish, Contradiction (Ah)
Maybe I Should Before I’m Too Old
And Washed Up Like Dishes (Washed)
Never Bite Tongue ’til The Tooth Sore
If You Was Gon’ Apologize, Fu*k 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
Fu*k 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
B!tch Sue For A Mil’ Tryna Work Me, Settled At A Mil’
’cause That Mil’ Couldn’t Hurt Me (Eugh)
It Didn’t Hurt Me (Eugh)
Nah, It Ain’t Hurt Shit (Eugh)
Sip The Motherfu*kin’ Water, Did A Backflip (Mm)
And If I Shoot The Club Up, It’s A Black B!tch (Don’t Say That)
Hold The Play By Myself, I Ain’t Pack Shit (Eugh)
Yeah, Eating Candied Yams And Some Catfish
Yeah, That Rich, Fu*k What You Heard, I’m That Nigga And I’m That B!tch
