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 (I can sense something) 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 kind of songs you make?" I make the kind you gotta read, baby (read, baby) I leave the silence you can see, baby (see, baby) I weave the darkness you can hear, baby (hear, baby) I leave my carcass in the field, baby I parse my garden on the real, daily And you can sense it