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Introduction

You know that moment when you’re done waiting for someone to love you the way you deserve — and something inside you finally clicks? That’s the heartbeat of “Find Yourself.”

Lukas Nelson didn’t write this song to be sweet. He wrote it to be honest. There’s frustration in the verses, yes — but there’s also strength. And it’s that strength, wrapped in that soulful groove and Lukas’s raw, lived-in voice, that makes the song hit home for so many of us.

It starts soft, with that slow-burning, bluesy rhythm, then builds into something bold — almost defiant. You can feel it rising, like someone who’s stayed quiet too long finally standing up and saying, “No more.”

One of the most gripping lines is:

“I hope you find yourself before I find somebody else to be my love.”

It’s not a threat. It’s a boundary. It’s someone choosing growth over stagnation, truth over fantasy. And Lukas sings it with just the right amount of grit — not angry, just done.

“Find Yourself” became a signature moment for Lukas Nelson & Promise of the Real — not just musically, but emotionally. It’s a perfect blend of rootsy rock, soul, and a message that never really gets old: if they can’t meet you where you are… maybe it’s time to keep walking.

Whether you’re heartbroken, healing, or just trying to remember your worth — this song is like that friend who tells you what you need to hear, not just what you want to hear.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well I don’t mind sleeping alone
If it means I don’t have to play your crazy games no more
You’re the most precious thing I’ve ever seen
But I ain’t gonna let it slide when you’re mean to me
I know the love that I deserve

[Chorus]
And I hope you find yourself
Before I find somebody else to be my lover
And I hope you find yourself
Before I find somebody else to be my lover

[Verse 2]
Well, you tell me things I wanna hear
You want me near, and I know you feel me leaving you
You think that I won’t say goodbye
But baby I ain’t standing by while you stretch the truth
I know the love that I deserve

[Chorus]
And I hope you find yourself
Before I find somebody else to be my lover
I said I hope you find yourself
Before I find somebody else to be my lover
I know the love that I deserve

[Bridge]
I know the love that I deserve
Oh, I know the love that I deserve
I know the love that I deserve

[Chorus]
I said I hope you find yourself
Before I find somebody else to be my lover
I hope you find yourself
Before I find somebody else to be my lover

[Outro]
Oh I said I hope you find, I hope you find
I said I hope you find, I hope you find
I hope you find yourself before I found somebody else

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