I Hope You Find Your Way Home chords by Tyler, The Creator

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Key: E

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

Verse:
                                                        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
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