[00:00.918] I'm clutch
[00:02.216] I'm clutch, I'm clutch
[00:03.835] I'm clutch, I'm clutch, I'm clutch, I'm clutch, I'm clutch
[00:12.123] Man
[00:13.932] Breathing out of love for respiration
[00:16.250] My dawg a jewel dropper, excavator
[00:18.530] I'm dodging school, I'll just stress it later
[00:20.806] Mama saw I'm full throttle pressing patience, E brake
[00:24.174] Outgrown my knee aches
[00:25.701] Falco, hobbled, steep gait
[00:27.203] I'll go halloween face, frowned up
[00:29.336] Hound when she sing alto
[00:30.848] I'm brown for pete's sake, crown me
[00:32.532] I'm a mean lady lay-downer
[00:34.320] I'm a keef saving break-downer
[00:35.875] I'ma keep aim 'cause they got a-thousand-three ways
[00:38.106] To scrape down our house and reframe it
[00:39.784] FaceTime my mama pre-faded
[00:41.258] Eighth time around, so she patient
[00:43.050] We can't keep waiting
[00:44.757] I give a lot of thought to what my daughters look like free, chainless
[00:47.694] I'm in and out of clauses
[00:49.250] Spinning outwards, lost, so she saying
[00:50.922] What kinds of songs you make?
[00:52.210] I make the kind you gotta read, baby
[00:54.045] I leave the silence you can see, baby
[00:56.835] I weave the darkness you can hear, baby
[00:59.185] I leave my carcass in the field, baby
[01:01.711] I parse my garden on the real, daily
[01:04.212] 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'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'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 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