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| Song: | I Hope You Find Your Way Home |
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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 I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand Can you squeeze the man? My shit's spinnin' and spinnin' and 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 bitches I'm too selfish, contradiction Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes Never bite tongue 'til the 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, collection from 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 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 31 zeroes, shit thirsty (yuck) Bitch sue for a mil', tryna work me Settled at a mil' 'cause that mil' couldn't hurt me (ugh) It didn't hurt me (ugh), nah, it ain't hurt shit (ugh) Sip the motherfuckin' water, did a backflip And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit Yeah, eatin' candied yams and some catfish 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 to express how I feel Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
I hope you find your way home Yeah Chromakopia Chromakopia
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