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Track: I Hope You Find Your Way Home
Artist: Tyler, The Creator
Album: CHROMAKOPIA

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Tyler Gregory Okonma (born March 6, 1991), better known as Tyler, the Creator, is an American rapper, record producer, and music video director. He rose to prominence as the leader and co-founder of the alternative hip hop collective [a=Odd Future] and has rapped on and produced songs for nearly every [a=Odd Future] release. Okonma creates all the artwork for the group's releases and also designs the group's clothing and other merchandise. After releasing his debut album Goblin under XL Recordings in April 2011, Okonma signed a joint venture deal for him and his label Odd Future Records, with RED Distribution and Sony Music Entertainment. Following that he released his second studio album Wolf, which was met with generally positive reviews and debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200 selling 90,000 copies in its first week. In 2011, Okonma started the clothing company Golf Wang, and in 2012, he began hosting an annual music festival named the Camp Flog Gnaw Carnival. He runs his own streaming service named Golf Media; it contains original scripted series from Okonma himself and the Camp Flog Gnaw Carnival is annually streamed there.

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Release: Tyler, The Creator - Chromakopia
Year: 2024
Genres: Hip Hop, Funk / Soul
Styles: Experimental, Neo Soul, Hardcore Hip-Hop, Psychedelic, Conscious

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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 shit 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, fuck 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
Fuck 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, shit 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 shit (Eugh)
Sip the motherfuckin' 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 shit (Eugh)
Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfish
Yeah, that rich, fuck what you heard, I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch

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 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)