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)

I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand
Can you squeeze the man? My sh*t spinnin', spinnin', 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 (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, f**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
F**k 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, sh*t thirsty, yuck
Bitch 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 sh*t (Eugh)
Sip the motherf**kin' water, did a backflip (Mm)
And if I shoot the club up, it's a Black bitch (Don't say that)
Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack sh*t (Eugh)
Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfish
Yeah, that rich, f**k what you heard, I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch

I hope you find your way home
Real sh*t, 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 shinin'
(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)