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I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you’re looking for I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you're looking for Yeah Yeah Yeah I hope you find what you’re looking for I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you're looking for Look I grew up a lil booty scratcher named [?] Son if he'll find me, he'll remind me to be prudent In my studies cause' life get ugly when you ain't smart And though I was chubby and pudgy I had hella heart Yeah But my soul was parched When your skin, omen Its calmin’ to have fiery darts Heave Towards your head Weave Towards the bed where you can try to go to sleep and dream The address of the run-down section of the city that you stay in Where tenants be flagrant can hopefully get some hydration Adjacent, to the water that can drown a snake in SongtexteThe grass, or make a couple rappers that are trash Recyclable, but I suppose you’ll never wake up Cause' that level of [?] ain’t given to us You must, be woke and seek it Get yo' ego, depleted And if Lucy debo, a veto, you repeat it Till' you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you’re looking for I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you're looking for Yeah Yeah Yeah I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you're looking for I hope you find what you're looking for Aus Songtexte Mania