Like that YouTube, The Streets Have No Name, makes me think I'm 20 again. I just can't believe that. How old are you right now, man? I'm 57 now. That's cool. It's getting old. Does that scare you? No, I don't care. It doesn't matter. I'm really scared of aging. Well, we're all going to age, so it's better to focus on your music. Yeah. No, I've had that thought since I was a kid, though. It just feels like you can't control it. Yeah. I always thought it was, when I was a kid, I was still growing when I was your size, at your age. I was like, 5'11". I grew almost three inches in college. 20 pounds of muscle. It just showed up. I mean, I wasn't trying to be like, Bitch, I've been a bad son. I've been trying to make a change. Bitch, I've been a bad friend. I've been trying to make amends. I've been getting in this bed, and I've been getting in this shit. I just gotta run away. I just gotta run away. When we left Nepal, we were sleeping on the floor. I was trying to get a job. I was trying to go back home. For the shit of we were broke. For the shit of how we spoke. For the shit of my own skin. I was hanging by a rope. I was working at the factory. My mama never hung. And at Christmas and at birthdays, all the wretches couldn't choke. Now I gotta be a star. When I was 10 years old, what's I make? It was fucking money. We ain't never going broke. I was only 17. When you passed away, I was fine. Took some blame. Didn't know that I could change. For the shit of my house, all I do is look away. Getting worse every day. Guess I lost all of my faith. I've been thinking about your mom, girl. I hope that she okay. Never went to where she stay. I've been feeling way too scared. I've been never going home. I've been hiding in the states. All my friends turned up enemies. Nothing's been the same. When I dropped out of college, I don't know where to now. I was trying to make some money. I didn't do it all by myself. Bitch, I ran away from home. Bitch, I ran away from home. I've been running all my life. But I don't know where to go. Now I'm 21 years old. Guess I finally leave my home. But I still feel the same way. Now I've made so much money. I can't count the money now. I can't look my mom in the eye. When I got home. I've been trying to make you proud. I've been trying to make you proud. I let everybody down. I've been trying to make you proud. I wanna feel superhuman. I've been scared that I can't do this. Blaming you cause I feel useless. You know me and my excuses. Sabotaging other habits. Burning it all when I can't manage. Acting like my life don't matter. Same old story. Same old lie. Thank God for the pain. Thank God for the pain. On the phone with grandma. Said I'm going insane. I'm a painter. Couldn't deal with the shame. Took a look at my cards. And told me I'll be okay. Well it's you. You're already on your way to 21. Just don't give up. Just put it in. Let those things inspire you. Instead of all that mess. Really. Yeah. It is good. It's amazing. It's hard. It's hard to feel. I don't know. For me at least. It's like an obstacle. More than an achievement. It's like damn. What the fuck am I going to do? How am I going to ever top this? It's not about topping it. It's about the next thing. It's a bit paralyzing. You You You You