Released on August 2, 2021

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[Verse 1]

Talking to you guys never got more easy

Eighteen years and there’s still a barrier between our three faces

And I don’t wanna be complacent

And I don’t wanna still be chasing

So how’m I gonna amend this?

Well I guess I’ll do what I’ve done for eighteen years and just do nothing ‘bout it

And since I’m too busy or lazy to work this out

And since soon enough it’s time to leave the south

For the next two minutes can I just pretend that you both know what I’m talking about

Talking about


[Verse 2]

I’m proud of you two

For what you both been and gone through

At my age you’d done and took more risk than I’d ever do

You were the sailors

Couldn’t take failurе

Sacrifices through the roof

Stepping up to a diffеrent noon

To something new

It’s something new

First generation’s never easy, but shit y’all did it

Found your american dream

Took three kids and you raised them determined

And I hope one day I could pay you back

And I hope one day I could say this back

Without any troubled or puzzled faces

But that’s what the state is of us


[Verse 3]

Sorry when we argue I can’t admit defeat

I wish I could hear what you have to speak

I wish we could be more open, but I guess that culture’s broken

A man with no emotion takes on a life that’s hopeless

Our conversations frozen

Sitting in a silent moment

I’ll be honest

Sometimes I’m a shithead son who’s bad at growing up


[Outro]

If I could have only one wish

I wish you’d understand this

“Sometimes I’m a shithead son who’s bad at growing up”
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This is a reference to a line in BROCKHAMPTON’s song “JOHNNY” where JOBA says, “I’m a shithead son, and I’m bad at growing up.”