I Can't Relate

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

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

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, I don't know, I ain't really keeping count
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'm getting bored, is when y'all talking
I guess I never could relate to some nobodies
But I see through all the bullshit now
It's nothing but a bunch of lunch table gossip now
I guess I couldn't relate, I guess I'm just who they say
But fuck it, if that's the truth, then y'all can keep it, I'm straight

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

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 crash, or...
Find my way to the next one (the next one, gone)
Hundred miles an hour
What's another hour?
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 shit ain't real, that's on God
I've been 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, I've hardly brushed my teeth
Stay at home, I'm dad as fuck, I got the loosest jeans
I've just been making beats, while y'all just make shit up
What's it like being a loser, cause that's you as fuck
I've made a lot of records, I've dropped a lot of songs
So tell my motherfucking haters they can sing along

I can't relate (cause I can't, I can't, I can't)
I can't relate (cause I can't, I can't, I can't)
I can't relate (I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you)
I can't relate
I can't relate, I can't relate, no
I can't relate, I can't relate, no
I can't relate, I can't relate to you
I can't relate to you, no-no
I can't relate