Sense

Lyrics for 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