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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Omavi Ammu Minder
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