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)