Mantra - Can't Relate lyrics

[Verse 1: Marcus Ryan] Mama just got her Master's I'ma toot my own bra**es All that sh** you keep moving, feel like you moving it backwards All this sh** 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 sh** like Denzel We can't see what you talking, I hope that sh** 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 f** what they say, 'cause I can't relate, nah-nah [Hook] 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 Pa** each mirror, look away, I'm straight f** what they say, 'cause I can't relate, oh no [Hook] 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) sh**, 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) f** 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 f**, 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 sh** good enough 1(517)714-4554 You should hit me up some time, but 'til that day comes [Hook-Outro] 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)