I Hope You Find Your Way Home

	  		
Intro 

N.C. 
I hope you find your way home 
E5 F#5 A5     C5 B5 A5     E5 
I  hope    you find your way home 
Emaj7 F#m7 Amaj7 Cmaj7 Cmaj7/B Am7      Emaj7 
I     hope you  find           your way home 
Emaj7 F#m7 Amaj7 Cmaj7 Cmaj7/B Am7      Emaj7 
I     hope you  find           your way home 

                                                        Emaj7 
I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand 
                                                                             F#m7 
Can you squeeze the man? My shit spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', like a ceiling fan 
             G#m7     Amaj7 
No alcohol, no pill in hand, my only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spin 
           Cmaj7 
You better calm that down 
                 Cmaj7/B  Am7 
'Fore that nigga pop that round and T.O. will not be found 
Emaj7 
Hot, hot glue in my palm like ooh, Spider-Man velcro, nigga, I'm not you, I 
Emaj7 
Almost had a mini me, I wasn't ready 

And she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavy 
F#m7                  G#m7  Amaj7 
Then we had to guarantee, ain't no confetti 

Four million on that car, that's not a Chevy 
Cmaj7         Cmaj7/B  Am7                                          Emaj7 
See, that's my interest, so as of now, raisin' a child is not on my wish list 
                                                             Emaj7 
Neither is bein' safety net for bitches, i'm too selfish, contradiction 

Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes 
           F#m7 
Never bite tongue 'til a tooth sore 
G#m7        Amaj7 
If you was gon' apologize, fuck you shoot for? (Phew-phew) 
       Cmaj7 
When I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord" 
  Cmaj7/B Am7 
No Met Gala, but I'm everybody mood board 
              Emaj7 
I did a whole collection, collections in Paris 

They ain't even send me the collection to wear it 
      Emaj7 
I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened 

Fuck what you heard, I ain't coon, I ain't tappin' 
           F#m7                            G#m7    Amaj7 
Always some corn from you niggas who ain't poppin', haters 

Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor 
Cmaj7                      Cmaj7/B    Am7 
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie 

You niggas is jabronis 
              Emaj7 
I'm from the city where they ran up in Sauconys 

Thirty-one zero, shit thirsty, yuck 
                  Emaj7 
Bitch sued for a mil', tryna work me 

Settled at a mil' 'cause that million couldn't hurt me 
                  F#m7 
It didn't hurt me (Ugh) 

Nah, it ain't hurt shit 
        Amaj7 
Sent the motherfuckin' wire, did a backflip 
                       Cmaj7              Cmaj7/B 
And if I shoot the club up, it's a Black bitch 
       Am7 
On the plane by myself, I ain't pack shit 
              Emaj7 
Yeah, eating candy yams and some catfish 
                     N.C. 
Hm, yeah, that rich, fuck what you heard, I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch 

Interlude 
Emaj7 F#m7  G#m7 Amaj7 Cmaj7 Cmaj7/B Am7   A/B  Emaj7 
I     hope        you  find           your way home 
Emaj7 
(Real shit, I'm proud of you) 
F#m7    G#m7  Amaj7 
(I'm proud of you, bro) 
                              Cmaj7               Cmaj7/B Am7 
(Like, you just never cease to amaze me, like, you just—) 
                                 A/B 
(There's no words right now how I feel) 
Emaj7 
(Do your thing, just keep, keep shinin') 

Outro 

Emaj7 F#m7 G#m7 Amaj7 Cmaj7 Cmaj7/B Am7 
Emaj7 
(Run it, run it, run it back, run it back) 
Emaj7 F#m7 G#m7 Amaj7 Cmaj7 Cmaj7/B Am7 Emaj7 
Emaj7 F#m7 G#m7 Amaj7 Cmaj7 Cmaj7/B Am7 Emaj7 
Emaj7 F#m7 G#m7 Amaj7 Cmaj7 Cmaj7/B Am7 
Emaj7 
     ('Kopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia)