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'ma mean lady lay downer
I'ma keef saving break down
I'ma keep aim 'cause they got a thousand three ways
To scrape down our house and re-frame 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
Writer/s: Omavi Minder
