Throat

[Verse 1]
Yah, surreal with the funk
Yes I make it bump
Get it of my chest when in a slump
Clapping for the fools who did the show about the stacking
Where's the match, where's the ball, where's the magic?
Where's the audience? I'm tryna have it all
Put me on the stage so I can play down for the ball
Ninja feet injured these weak speaks, I body it and crawl
Ears to the floor, cus I'm plugged into the Earth
Remember times, pre-birth I guess it's the same thing (?)
What's all this inbetween shit, cluttered underneath my beanie slip Confusion needs to get my waters moving, like a waterfall
White noise and all these variations
Green silhouettes uh, seepers on the concrete that I'm tracing
Like an artist on the pavement, skatin
Wandering the streets, digging for some faith
Yeah, I been diggin for days

[Chorus]
(It's in my throat)
What's the problem?
(It's in my throat)
Why you hurting?
(It's in my throat)
Trouble breathing
(It's in my throat)
Trouble speaking
(It's in my throat)
Stay in touch
(It's in my throat)
Cus whenever I hear you, I don't ask much
(It's in my throat)

[Verse 2]
I'm sorry I never called you
I'm awkward on the phone and I wasn't really present when I saw you
Guess I need a lot of space in the physical sense but like also when we conversate
Especially when it's not just the two of us, I know I'm awesome but in a group setting I'm butt
I'd rather just find a place to escape, cus usually I don't even have nothing to say
Like, my thoughts arrive late and when they do arrive on time, it's rare that people even resonate
So I prefer the backseat, so I don't have to talk to the taxi driver or some shit

[Bridge](2x)
Give me my, give me my, give me my
Give me my space and time

[Chorus]
(It's in my throat)
What's the problem?
(It's in my throat)
Why you hurting?
(It's in my throat)
Trouble breathing
(It's in my throat)
Trouble speaking
(It's in my throat)
Stay in touch
(It's in my throat)
Cus whenever I hear you, I don't ask much
(It's in my throat)