[00:00.000] 作曲 : Tyler Okonma
[00:00.797][Intro]
[00:00.994]I hope you find your way home
[00:17.034]I hope you find your way home
[00:34.309]I hope you find your way home (Find a way home, find a way home, find a way home)
[00:51.344]I hope you find your way home (Find a way home, find a way home, find a way home)
[01:02.886]
[01:03.883][Verse]
[01:06.619]I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand
[01:09.506]Can you squeeze the man? My shit spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', like a ceiling fan
[01:13.268]No alcohol, no pill in hand
[01:14.924]My only vice is them sweets and them [?] skin
[01:17.084]You better calm that down 'fore that nigga pop that round into your [?]
[01:21.297]I hot glue with my palm like, "Ooh," Spider-man Velcro, nigga, I'm not true, I—
[01:25.802]Always had a mini me, I wasn't ready
[01:28.032]And she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavy
[01:29.951]Then we had to guarantee, ain't no confetti
[01:32.316]Four million on that car, that's not a Chevy
[01:34.374]See, that's my interest, so as of now, raisin' a child is not on my wish list
[01:38.943]Neither is bein' a safety net for bitches
[01:41.121]I'm too selfish, contradiction (Ah)
[01:43.375]Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes (Washed)
[01:46.847]Never bite tongue 'til the tooth sore
[01:48.434]If you was gon' apologize, **** you shoot for? Phew-phew
[01:50.520]When I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord"
[01:52.455]No Met Gala, but I'm everybody mood board
[01:54.838]I did a whole collection, collection from Paris
[01:57.384]They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
[01:59.505]I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
[02:01.705]**** what you heard, I ain't [?], I ain't tappin'
[02:03.896]Always some [?] for you niggas who ain't cappin', haters
[02:06.156]Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor
[02:08.489]You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
[02:11.211]You niggas is jabronis
[02:12.491]I'm from the city where they ran up in [?]
[02:14.244]Thirty more zeroes, shit thirsty, yuck
[02:16.440]Bitch shoot for a mil' tryna work me, settled at a mil' 'cause that mil' couldn't hurt me (Eugh)
[02:20.254]It didn't hurt me (Eugh)
[02:21.531]Nah, it ain't hurt shit (Eugh)
[02:22.567]Sip the mother****in' [?], did a backflip (Mm)
[02:24.661]And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch (Don't play that)
[02:26.735]Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit (Eugh)
[02:28.883]Yeah, you [?] is some catfish
[02:31.090]Yeah, that rich, **** what you heard, I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
[02:34.210][Outro]
[02:34.408]I hope you find your way home
[02:51.484]Real shit, I'm proud of you
[02:54.330]I'm proud of you, bro
[02:57.451]Like, you just never cease to amaze me, like, you just— there's no words for how I feel
[03:05.098]Do your thing, just keep shinin'
[03:24.921](Run it, run it, run it back, run it back)
[03:27.623](Run it)
[04:00.883]I hope you find your way home
[04:20.014](Yeah, CHROMAKOPIA, CHROMAKOPIA)

作曲 : Tyler Okonma
I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home
I hope you find your way home (Find a way home, find a way home, find a way home)
I hope you find your way home (Find a way home, find a way home, find a 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 spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', like a ceiling fan
No alcohol, no pill in hand
My only vice is them sweets and them skin
You better calm that down 'fore that nigga pop that round into your
I hot glue with my palm like, "Ooh," Spider-man Velcro, nigga, I'm not true, I—
Always 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 (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 , I ain't tappin'
Always some 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
Thirty more zeroes, shit thirsty, yuck
Bitch shoot 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 mother****in' , did a backflip (Mm)
And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch (Don't play that)
Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit (Eugh)
Yeah, you is some catfish
Yeah, that rich, **** 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 shinin'
(Run it, run it, run it back, run it back)
(Run it)
I hope you find your way home
(Yeah, CHROMAKOPIA, CHROMAKOPIA)