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cyrus - can't relate lyrics

[verse 1: marcus ryan]
mama just got her master’s
i’ma toot my own br-sses
all that sh-t you keep moving, feel like you moving it backwards
all this sh-t 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-t like denzel
we can’t see what you talking, i hope that sh-t 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-ck 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
p-ss each mirror, look away, i’m straight
f-ck 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-t, 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-ck 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-ck, 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-t 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)

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