[00:00.000] 作曲 : Tyler Okonma/Ashton Dumar Simmonds/Greg Cook/K. Thomas
[00:11.185] Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?
[00:13.469] Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, uh
[00:15.880] Gang this and you gang that
[00:18.231] Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that
[00:20.376] A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'
[00:23.079] A little middle class money, every Christmas legit
[00:25.800] Family trips, slightly bound, and one day, hit the switch
[00:28.393] You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz'
[00:30.914] And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh
[00:33.797] You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor
[00:36.018] But now cuz' gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (Ayy, Blood)
[00:39.370] Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you got somethin' to prove, let's talk about it
[00:42.590]
[00:42.792] And I hope you find yourself (Uh)
[00:44.875] And I hope you find yourself (Yeah)
[00:47.612] And I hope you take your mask off (Sad story, a-ha-ha, yeah)
[00:52.275]
[00:52.495] Preacher man, preacher man, preach
[00:54.701] You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'
[00:58.103] Big back from those collections, well, what you buyin'?
[01:00.449] Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait
[01:03.218] Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up
[01:05.769] Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up
[01:08.237] Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy
[01:10.804] So got a wife, got a kid, but you be ****in' them boys
[01:13.445] Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within
[01:16.135] Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' in sin
[01:18.792] Trade it all to be free and shine bright the like the Sun
[01:21.435] But you back act on that religious shit as soon as you come, let's talk about it
[01:25.359]
[01:25.603] And I hope you find yourself (Hope you find yourself)
[01:27.703] And I hope you find yourself
[01:29.870] And I hope you take your mask off (Take your mask off)
[01:34.178]
[01:34.436] Big-ass house that's on the Hills (Hill)
[01:35.634] Big-ass wheels in the garage ('Rage)
[01:37.724] Three cute kids that's in your arms
[01:39.763] Your husband just made another mill'
[01:41.519] You want your life back, give him a [?]
[01:43.488] Tired of bein' at home, personality gone
[01:46.162] Body ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone
[01:50.290] Momma your first name, the last one got changed
[01:52.953] They dream about your nest but your crane flyin' along, mane
[01:56.275] You would start all over if we keepin' it real
[01:58.615] Current life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled
[02:01.205] Fantasize about the dream you left on the shelf
[02:03.835] Can't even get a long time to think of killin' yourself
[02:06.501] Ah, let's talk about it
[02:08.489]
[02:08.715] And I hope you find yourself (Eyes feelin' narrow, hope you find yourself)
[02:11.685] And I hope you find yourself (Self)
[02:13.783] And I hope you take your mask off (Oh)
[02:25.103] Keep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself
[02:30.656] You don't have to put on no costume
[02:34.067] You don't ever have to lie to kick it
[02:36.776]
[02:37.011] [Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
[02:37.245] Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest
[02:40.652] Hand fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress
[02:43.177] Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex
[02:45.805] Just claim a sweet flex, try to blame it on the cook
[02:48.431] Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot
[02:51.532] Nervous and you notice ain't servicin' the hook
[02:53.754] Paranoid since 19, nervous system shook
[02:56.295] Better sit the **** down or that skull gettin' took
[02:59.040] That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that
[03:02.333] Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that
[03:05.212] Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough
[03:07.809] That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up
[03:10.455] And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (No)
[03:14.542] You beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'
[03:17.488] Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home
[03:22.050] You ain't gotta hide from the truth
[03:23.730] Tell your family why you such a recluse
[03:25.470] Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth
[03:28.079] Dawg, I dare you try to ruin her marriage
[03:30.127] 'Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed?
[03:33.628] Boy, you selfish as ****, that's why you really scared of bein' a parent
[03:36.001] Boy, that therapy needed, I dare you to seek it, but I'll lose a bet
[03:39.360] Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death
[03:42.271] It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
[03:44.400] You eat and fertilize in aboundin' shit
[03:47.384] Now go and stand in the Sun, and use some fake tears to water your boots
[03:50.494] Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth, let's talk about it, nigga
[03:53.663] And I hope you find yourself
[03:55.449] And I hope you find yourself
[03:58.033] And I hope you take your mask off

作曲 : Tyler Okonma/Ashton Dumar Simmonds/Greg Cook/K. Thomas
Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?
Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, uh
Gang this and you gang that
Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that
A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'
A little middle class money, every Christmas legit
Family trips, slightly bound, and one day, hit the switch
You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz'
And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh
You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor
But now cuz' gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (Ayy, Blood)
Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you got somethin' to prove, let's talk about it
And I hope you find yourself (Uh)
And I hope you find yourself (Yeah)
And I hope you take your mask off (Sad story, a-ha-ha, yeah)
Preacher man, preacher man, preach
You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'
Big back from those collections, well, what you buyin'?
Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait
Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up
Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up
Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy
So got a wife, got a kid, but you be ****in' them boys
Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within
Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' in sin
Trade it all to be free and shine bright the like the Sun
But you back act on that religious shit as soon as you come, let's talk about it
And I hope you find yourself (Hope you find yourself)
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you take your mask off (Take your mask off)
Big-ass house that's on the Hills (Hill)
Big-ass wheels in the garage ('Rage)
Three cute kids that's in your arms
Your husband just made another mill'
You want your life back, give him a
Tired of bein' at home, personality gone
Body ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone
Momma your first name, the last one got changed
They dream about your nest but your crane flyin' along, mane
You would start all over if we keepin' it real
Current life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled
Fantasize about the dream you left on the shelf
Can't even get a long time to think of killin' yourself
Ah, let's talk about it
And I hope you find yourself (Eyes feelin' narrow, hope you find yourself)
And I hope you find yourself (Self)
And I hope you take your mask off (Oh)
Keep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself
You don't have to put on no costume
You don't ever have to lie to kick it

Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest
Hand fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress
Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex
Just claim a sweet flex, try to blame it on the cook
Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot
Nervous and you notice ain't servicin' the hook
Paranoid since 19, nervous system shook
Better sit the **** down or that skull gettin' took
That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that
Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that
Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough
That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up
And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (No)
You beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'
Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home
You ain't gotta hide from the truth
Tell your family why you such a recluse
Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth
Dawg, I dare you try to ruin her marriage
'Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed?
Boy, you selfish as ****, that's why you really scared of bein' a parent
Boy, that therapy needed, I dare you to seek it, but I'll lose a bet
Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death
It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
You eat and fertilize in aboundin' shit
Now go and stand in the Sun, and use some fake tears to water your boots
Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth, let's talk about it, nigga
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you take your mask off