• 標題:I Hope You Find Your Way Home (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Tyler, The Creator
  • 專輯:CHROMAKOPIA (Explicit)
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  • 語言:en
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    I Hope You Find Your Way Home (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator (造物主泰勒)
    Lyrics by:Tyler Okonma
    Composed by:Tyler Okonma
    Produced by:Tyler, The Creator
    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 **** 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 *******
    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 **** 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
    **** 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 **** thirsty yuck
    ***** sue for a mil' tryna work me
    Settled at a mil' 'cause that mil' couldn't hurt me
    Eugh
    It didn't hurt me
    Nah it ain't hurt ****
    Sip the ************* water did a backflip
    Mm
    And if I shoot the club up it's a Black *****
    Don't say that
    Hold the play by myself I ain't pack ****
    Yeah eating candied yams and some catfish
    Yeah that rich **** what you heard
    I'm that nigga and I'm that *****
    Real **** 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 shinin'
    Run it run it run it back run it back
    Run it
    The light comes from within
    Yeah Chromakopia Chromakopia