sense

Im clutch
Im clutch, Im clutch
Im clutch, Im clutch, Im clutch, Im clutch, Im clutch
Man
Breathing out of love for respiration
My dawg a jewel dropper, excavator
Im dodging school, Ill just stress it later
Mama saw Im full throttle pressing patience, E brake
Outgrown my knee aches
Falco, hobbled, steep gait
Ill go halloween face, frowned up
Hound when she sing alto
Im brown for petes sake, crown me
Im a mean lady lay-downer
Im a keef saving break-downer
Ima keep aim cause they got a -thousand-three ways
To scrape down our house and reframe it
FaceTime my mama pre-faded
Eighth time around, so she patient
We cant keep waiting
I give a lot of thought to what my daughters look like free, chainless
Im in and out of clauses
Spinning outwards, lost, so she saying
What kinds of songs you make?
I make the kind you gotta read , baby
I leave the silence you can see, baby
I weave the darkness you can hear, baby
I leave my carcass in the field, baby
I parse my garden on the real, daily
And you can sense it