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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)