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 Dubem
Son of Ifeyanyi who'd 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
Yeap
But my soul was parched
When your skin almond, it's common 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
The grass, or make a couple rappers that are trash
Recyclable, but I suppose you'll never wake up
'Cause that level of alkalinity ain't given to us
You must, be woke and seek it
Get your ego, depleted
And if Lucy, Debo, or Veto, you repeat it
'Til 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
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