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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoI Hope You Find Your Way Home
I hope you find your way homeI hope you find your way homeI 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 handCan you squeeze the man?My shit spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', like a ceiling fanNo alcohol, no pill in handMy only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spinYou better calm that down'fore that nigga pop that round into your- will not be foundHot, hot glue with my palm like"Ooh, " Spider-man Velcro, nigga, I'm not you, I—Almost had a mini me, I wasn't readyAnd she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavyThen we had to guarantee, ain't no confettiFour million on that car, that's not a ChevySee, that's my interest, so as of nowraisin' a child is not on my wish listNeither is bein' a safety net for bitchesI'm too selfish, contradiction (Ah)Maybe I should before I'm too oldand washed up like dishes (Washed)Never bite tongue 'til the tooth soreIf you was gon' apologize, fuck you shoot for? Phew-phewWhen I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord"No Met Gala, but I'm everybody mood boardI did a whole collection, collection from ParisThey ain't even send me the collection to wear itI'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happenedFuck what you heard, I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'Always some corn for you niggas who ain't cappin', hatersAlways ride another nigga wave, you a sailorYou could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodieYou niggas is jabronisI'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony'sThirty-one zeroes, shit thirsty, yuckBitch sue for a mil' tryna work mesettled 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 motherfuckin' water, did a backflip (Mm)And if I shoot the club upit's a black bitch (Don't say that)Hold the play by myself, I ain't pack shit (Eugh)Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfishYeah, that rich, fuck what you heardI'm that nigga and I'm that bitchI hope you find your way homeReal shit, I'm proud of youI'm proud of you, broLike, you just never cease to amaze melike, you just— there's no words for how I feelDo 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)
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