Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Kevin Kendrick
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Okonma
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
WavyBoyJodii
Additional Engineer
Jordan Schneider
Assistant Engineer
Nicole Llorens
Assistant Engineer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
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, yeah, I hope you find your way home, find your way home, I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home, yeah, I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home, home)
I hope you find your way home (Find your way home, yeah, I hope you find your way home, hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home, huh, hope you find your way home, yeah, I hope you find your way home)
[Verse 1]
I'm slipping, I'm slipping, I'm slipping, I'm slipping, I need a hand, can you squeeze the man?
My shit spinning, spinning, spinning 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
Before I have to pop that round, and T.O. will not be found
Hot, hot glue in my palm like, "Ooh," Spider-Man Velcro, ****, I'm not you, I
Almost had a mini me, I wasn't ready
And she wanted it with me, I'm talking 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, raising a child is not on my wish list (Nope)
Neither is being safety net for bitches, I'm too selfish
Contradiction, maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes (Washed)
Never bite tongue till a tooth sore
If you was gon' apologize, fuck you shoot for? Pew-pew
When I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord," no Met Gala, but I'm everybody mood board
I did a whole collection, collection's in Paris
They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
I'm so embarrassed but happy that it happened
Fuck what you heard, I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'
Always some corn from you **** who ain't poppin', haters
Always ride another **** wave, you a sailor
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
You **** is jabronis, I'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony's
310, shit thirsty, bitch sued for a million tryna work me (Yuck)
Settled at a million 'cause that million couldn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me, nah, it ain't hurt shit
Sent the muthafucking wire, did a backflip
And if I shoot the club up, it's a Black bitch (Don't say that)
On a plane by myself, I ain't pack shit
Yeah, eating candy yams and some catfish, hmm, yeah, that rich
Fuck what you heard, I'm that ****, and I'm that bitch
[Outro]
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 right now how I feel
Do your thing, just keep, keep shinin'
[Outro]
Run it, run it, run it back, run it back
[Outro]
The light comes from within
The light comes from within
The light comes from within
The light comes from within
The light
[Outro]
I hope you find your way home
Chromakopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia
Written by: Tyler Okonma