[Verse 1: Marcus Ryan]

Mama just got her Master's

I'ma toot my own brasses

All that shit you keep moving, feel like you moving it backwards

All this shit I keep moving, feel like we need a new address

All these verses I'm preaching feel like I need me a tablet

Mama mama I promise, pilot this shit like Denzel

We can't see what you talking, I hope that shit come in braille

Boy I'm so proud of myself, but don't acknowledge it still

'cept these small celebrations on occasions, oh I-I-I

Surfs up, cowabunga, got the wave now

All this sauce, my lord, where the breakdown

Take no breaks, I'm on my way

Fuck what they say, 'cause I can't relate, nah-nah

[Chorus]

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate

[Verse 2: Cyrus]

Plenty floors with the box fan blowing, phone off

Plenty fans think the floor getting smaller, oh well

I done smoked a few blunts, but it's been a while now

Something like four months, all I see is highs now

Every line got a date, every date got a line, don't it

Every goal I tend to make, got a line through it now

Only time I ain't alone, when I find time for it

Nowadays I rock toms, no Tom Ford

Work out, meditate, got the wave now

All I do is break records with the play count

Pass each mirror, look away, I'm straight

Fuck what they say, 'cause I can't relate, oh no

[Chorus]

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate

[Verse 3: Cyrus]

I was real stressed (real stressed)

Shit, I'm still stressed (still stressed, hit the iceberg)

Steer this ship 'til my eyes hurt

Ride this wave 'til I find Earth

Found myself when I left her (I left her, gone)

Hundred miles an hour

Give me all the hours

Don't give me that look

That's the look that caused us problems

You should read a book, shut your phone off (phone off)

Fuck the internet, that girl she won't ever grow up

I'm just doing fine, that's the biggest lie

I ain't doing well, and you ain't doing fine

Ain't left the crib in weeks, now that's some chivalry

Stay at home I'm dad as fuck, is you the mom I need?

Heard you growing weed, heard you chop it up (heard you chop it up)

Least you payin' all your bills and that shit good enough

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You should hit me up some time, but 'til that day comes

[Chorus]

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate, nah-nah

I can't relate (I can't relate)