Talkin' bout (feat. Joel Spiral)

What are we even talking about I was hoping we could work it out Long distance relationship Send my baby some mobile money So she don't have to be so bummy Up in the streets of the dusty road, Liberia The spot I got malaria Now you know that we talk a lot Pure As I'm being loyal, saving my body And I know she's doing the same So I don't have it on my psyche Taking up space in the back of my brain I refrain with my emotional restrain That's why it's the threshold of pain I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I'm breathing I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I'm breathing I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I focus on my breathing if you could give me space Focused on my breath, now I got my space Been in vision, provide provisions That's the way it has to do with tradition While I transform, used to be in the norm The quagmire, then I saw her, I was inspired Yes, cannot be lonely That's why I'm calling on Naomi The ten-hour difference, sometimes it's hard But let me tell you, it's a shining star So when it's ten AM, here it's eight PM, there Do I care if you wake me up I get pissed and grumpy when you call me in the middle of the night Saying you need food money, right But what about the twenty-pound bag of rice What about the red oil Girl, I'm trying to be nice But I'm fed up to the top of the line I need a quick breather and I'll be fine I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I'm breathing I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I'm breathing I focus on my breathing if you could give me space I focus on my breathing if you could give me space