Find Me, Pt. III - Ivan Ave

Find me back on my bullshit

Find me…

Find me

Hiding behind words again

Isolated in the lab until the birds sing, uh

It ain’t like my Halle Berry 'bout to burst in, so

Ain’t no cat in the lap of the hermit king getting stroked;

Find me all up in the questions, eating oats, like

How many times you say goodbye before it means hello?

And why them signs come around when I need 'em the most?

All these questions, I need a feature from Mos;

uh

Find me

Getting roasted by my guy for overthinking

Then going home to think over how he meant it

Find me in the moment, only focused on the next

On that dough, that verse, that love, hope, world, sex, like.

HOOK

Find me on my bullshit

They say hope is for the foolish

Eah

Find me, back on my bullshit

They said hope is for the foolish

I said, new hope, who dis?

Find me tryna choose when

Both pills hard to swallow whether blue or red

My dude said if he decide to find the exit

He’d see to it his room tidy when he left it…

(say wha???)

Mm mm

You don’t get to leave man, ain’t you heard?

Ima get us good seats so when the circus tent burn

We can see who’s face melt first;

Find me, on a date trying not to roll my eyes

While tryna read the teleprompter of the mind, uh

Tryna find a queen before the chessboard ends

Ey yo, prolly find me going out like Lee Morgan, uh

Before I jet, find me watching my six

My whole village ready for that M. Night Shamalan twist

Its ain’t over till its over, til our pockets all thick, yeah

I be on my Trent, on that quick corner kick, like.

HOOK

Find me on my bullshit, yeah

They say hope is for the foolish

Yeah

Find me, back on my bullshit

They said hope is for the foolish

I said, new hope, who dis?

(Who dis… oh… I don’t know em.)