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 till 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 embarrased, 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
Thirty-one zeroes, shit thirsty (yuck)
Bitch sue me 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 for how I feel
Do your thing, just keep, keep shining
I hope you find your way home
Yeah
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
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