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