sense

I'm clutch

I'm clutch, I'm clutch

I'm clutch, I'm clutch, I'm clutch, I'm clutch, I'm clutch

Man

Breathing out of love for respiration

My dawg a jewel dropper, excavator

I'm dodging school, I'll just stress it later

Mama saw I'm full throttle pressing patience, E brake

Outgrown my knee aches

Falco, hobbled, steep gait

I'll go halloween face, frowned up

Hound when she sing alto

I'm brown for pete's sake, crown me

I'm a mean lady lay-downer

I'm a keef saving break-downer

I'ma 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 can't keep waiting

I give a lot of thought to what my daughters look like free, chainless

I'm 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