Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Daniel Caesar
Daniel Caesar
Vocals
Latoiya Williams
Latoiya Williams
Vocals
Thundercat
Thundercat
Bass
Kevin Kendrick
Kevin Kendrick
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Songwriter
Greg Cook
Greg Cook
Songwriter
K. Thomas
K. Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Ah, ah, ooh (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Uh
[Verse 1]
Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh
Slat, slat, and pop back at the opps, huh
Gang this, oh 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, Ivy-bound, till one day, hit a switch
You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz
And none of them face tats gon' hide the fact that you're sad, bruh
You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor
But now cuz getting validation from the dumb and confused (Aye, Blood)
Now you facing five to ten 'cause you had something to prove, let's talk about it
[Chorus]
And I hope you find yourself
Uh
And I hope you find yourself
Yeah
And I hope you take your mask off
Sad story, haha, yeah
[Verse 2]
Preacher man, preacher man, preach (Woo)
You make these folks think you got something to teach, like you ain't lying
Big bank from them collections, but what you buying?
Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait
Since a kid, you knew something was up
Had you thinking 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 fucking them boys
Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within
Scared of being seen, tired of rebuking the sin
Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the sun
But you back on that religion shit as soon as you cum, let's talk about it
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
Big-ass house that's on the hill (Hill)
Big-ass wheels in the garage (Hope you find yourself)
Three cute kids that's in your arms
Your husband just made another mill'
You want your life back, get a massage (Oh, oh)
Tired of being at home, personality gone
Body ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone
Mama your first name, the last one got changed
They dream about your nest but you crave flying alone, man (Oh)
You would start all over if we keeping it real
Current life is full, but you ain't feeling fulfilled
Fantasize about the dreams you left on the shelf
Can't even get alone time to think of killing yourself, let's talk about it (Oh, oh)
[Chorus]
And I hope you find yourself
Eyes feeling narrow
And I hope you find yourself (Self)
And I hope you take your mask off (Oh)
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 4]
Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in ya chest
Hair falling out, won't blame it on the stress
Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex
Chest claim it's reflex, try to blame it on the cook
Look, boy, keep running, you'll be cramping in your foot
Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook
Paranoid since nineteen, nervous system shook
Better sit the fuck down or that skull getting took
That's ten million dollars invested, no justifying that
Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buying that
Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough
That shit is a failure, my ****, gon' 'head and pack it up
And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (No)
Your beats ain't placing, them songs ain't slapping, your raps ain't ranking
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 feeling it's a wrap in the booth
Dog, how dare you try to ruin her marriage (Come on)
Claim you never wore a mask or how you don't get embarrassed
Boy, you selfish as fuck, that's really why you scared of being a parent
Boy, that therapy needed, I dare you to seek it, but I'll lose a bet
Your respect won't get given till we posting your death
It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
You eating fertilizer to balance shit
Now go and stand in the sun, and use them fake tears to water your roots
Take that mask off and tell them the truth, let's talk about it, ****
[Chorus]
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you take your mask off
Written by: Ashton Simmonds, Greg Cook, K. Thomas, Kathryn Lynne Thomas, Tyler Okonma
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