I Hope You Find Your Way Home Lyrics – Tyler, The Creator

Read the full I Hope You Find Your Way Home lyrics by Tyler and The Creator along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tyler’s music, you can also explore Don’t Tap That Glass / Tweakin’ and Don’t You Worry Baby, two other songs by Tyler.

[Intro]
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)

[Verse]
I’m slipping, I’m slipping, I’m slipping, I’m slipping, I need a hand
Can you squeeze the man? My s*it 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 ‘fore that n!gga pop that round into your- will not be found

Hot, hot glue with my palm like, “Ooh,” Spider-man Velcro, n!gga, 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
Neither is being 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 tapping
Always some corn for you n!ggas who ain’t capping, haters
Always ride another n!gga wave, you a sailor
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
You n!ggas is jabronis
I’m from the city where they ran up in Saucony’s
Thirty-one zeroes, s*it 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 s*it (Eugh)
Sip the motherfu*king 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 s*it (Eugh)
Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfish
Yeah, that rich, fu*k what you heard, I’m that n!gga and I’m that b!tch

[Outro]
I hope you find your way home
Real s*it, 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
(Run it, run it, run it back, run it back)
(Run it)
(The light comes from within)
I hope you find your way home
(Yeah, CHROMAKOPIA, CHROMAKOPIA)